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Sunday, August 7, 2011

So maybe you don't know me

I tend to assume that most people who read this blog know me well, so I say things like, "If you know me at all, you already know..." because so many of my good friends (and a few family members) read this blog.

But I'm also getting 25-30 visitors per day that I don't know (or don't realize I know, because they can't be identified - reveal yourselves!). Which means that many of you don't even know me at all.

Here's one thing you don't know: My name is not Aubrey Anne. Someone started calling me that (somewhere around seventh grade?) and it stuck. My name is, however, Aubrey. I have no middle name, wasn't given one (with the idea that I would use my maiden name as my middle name when I married).

So now you're up to speed for my story. Given name: Aubrey. 

As many of you may have noticed, Aubrey is not a very popular name. Growing up I never had another Aubrey in my classes until junior high, at which point there was one, and people always assumed they heard me say "Audrey" when I told them my name. I'm frequently called Amber, because for some reason people associate Aubrey and Amber very closely in their minds... but for the longest time, "My name is Aubrey" made people stop a second and say, "Well that's a pretty name! You don't hear that very often."  Very, very rarely I've run into someone who just starts singing, "...and Aubrey was her name...", which always makes me very happy.

(Sidenote: It's also fun when people find out I'm mildly obsessed with Audrey Hepburn. They say dumb things like, "Is that because she has your name?"   No, no it's not. Because, well, she doesn't have my name.)

If I do meet someone named Aubrey, they say, "Were you named after the song?"  I say yes, and they nod knowingly, adding something like, "'80's baby."  "Yep," I say. Almost exactly the same dialogue every time (which has happened about eight or ten times - total - in my lifetime).

Now that there's a new generation of children running around, and I'm at work often enough to encounter them, I've discovered that Aubrey has made a serious comeback. Today I took the risk of freaking my husband out and Googled Top Baby Names 2011 (you should have seen his face, lol! Poor guy).

I'm proud to announce to all those Aubreys out there.... We have made it into the top 100!  Number thirty-five, ladies (and a select few gentlemen - I did meet a male Aubrey, just once, in a grocery store. He hung his head like he was ashamed when I pointed to his name tag and said, "Hey, that's my name too." All he could manage to say was, "Yeah...").

Anyway, the point is that suddenly I am hearing mothers say, "Aubrey, come look at this," or, "Do you like this one, Aubrey?" while I'm working. If your name is Jennifer or Ashley or Jon or something of a similarly popular nature, you're not going to feel bad for me, but this is the first time in my life I've turned around repeatedly, mistakenly thinking that strangers are calling my name. How frustrating it must be to be a Steve or a Deborah! There's so many of you! At what point did you stop turning and making a fool of yourself by saying, "What?" or, "Well, I like the blue one..."?  Because apparently I still haven't learned that lesson yet. It still throws me completely off every time I hear my name intended for someone else.

Actually, now that I've wiki'd my name, I just found out that in 1980 there was a children's cartoon called "Aubrey". If anyone recognizes this show, I would seriously love to hear about it! The only thing I can find on YouTube is this video, which has a tiny little intro included in it:

By the way, did you ever have that fun conversation when you were kids, "What does your name mean?" Girls say things like, "My name means beautiful flower," or something sweet like that. I always avoided answering this question like it would spread the bubonic plague. (I don't know why I just linked to that one, I guess I'm in wiki-mode.)

Well, here it is. I admit it. My name means (and no, I am not kidding):

Ruler of the little people.

Elf ruler.

Ruler of the elves.

Blond ruler. 

That's right. I was meant to be short and blond! And, apparently, to lead the other small, blond people.
Whatever that means.

I am, thankfully, short.  (And, as a child, I was naturally blond.)
For those of you who have never had the good fortune to hear my song, this is for you...


  1. I love your name! Always have. And I have actually noticed too that it's becoming more popular for the little ones. Always makes me think of my good friend Aubrey when I hear it!

    And by the way, you get no sympathy from me on hearing your name when the comment is not directed at you. I think I stopped responding to mine when I was like an infant or something. I've actually run into old friends that said "I saw you a couple months ago at [insert this or that place here]. I kept calling your name but you never looked!" Um, yeah. I'm sure I did not. I block it out to save my sanity, really.

    I love hearing what people's names mean! That's funny about yours. Amanda means "lovable one" or "beloved"(little known fact: it's why I have a heart tattoo on my chest. hearts=love and all that. It's for my name) I suppose that beautiful name meaning sort of makes up for the super popular factor... sort of ;)

    Anyway, thanks for putting up with the super long comment! I'm always reading your blog, girl! *hugs*

  2. Interesting that you now feel good about being blonde as a little girl. I remember well this comment from you: "Don't call me blonde!" That's what you said right after Justin called you a dumb blonde. It still makes me smile when I think of it. :)

    And I still really like your name too.


  3. oh aubrey i never thought your name was that unique because i knew aubrey wilk BUT when i come to think of it, that's the only other aubrey i know! so you're right! and you'd think that i'd have the same problem with my name BUT i don't. whenever someone says mike i turn around. haha.

    p.s. i came into ross on saturday and was extremely disappointed you were not there. blast ross for only scheduling you 4 measly hours!

  4. Miken, you're a nerd. If I'm not working, I'm right up the street at my APARTMENT! Come visit!


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