Too many of me

I'm Kris. I'd like to tell you that I'm one in a million, but I'm not. In fact - I'm one in a bajillion. Maybe I should say that I'm one of a bajilion.

We Kris are many. We are legion.

Back in my day, we Kris-ers were all over the place. There were three of us in my class when I was in elementary school. Three. And that's out of a class of fewer than 40 students!

It was tough!

I really shouldn't complain too much about growing up Kris. 'Cuz I really didn't grow up Kris. I grew up with a nickname. All through grade school, high school, and even into my college days I answered to two letters my sister christened me with.

(Or should I say Kristened?)

That nickname kept me out of the roll call chaos the other two Chris-ers suffered through daily.

When I graduated college, I went back to Kris. It felt right. Anyone who didn't know me when I was little calls me Kris. (Good lord - don't call me Kristy. It's just not a good fit!) And anyone who knew me when I was little still calls me by my nickname. In fact, it sounds odd when folks who should call me by my nickname call me Kris. And when people who should call me Kris call me by my nickname - it's even odder and creepily over-familiar sounding.

But I still have the problem now and again of being one of a bajillion. And if you add the male contingent - I'm one of a crap ton!

And one of those imposter-me's took my pizza at Blaze!

I'm sure it was accidental. We Kris-ers aren't dishonest unless playing board games with children! But it happened nonetheless.

So from now on, call me Mabel.

Now if I can just get them to spell my name right!