The Story Behind My Name.As I shared in another post that my middle name, Bree, meant "The exalted one" in Gaelic and English, I thought that I should share the story of my middle name. It's a short one, but funny in a way.
Well, first off, my mother picked my first name from a book that she read where the main female character was named Kendall. She loved the name, so hence I received it. :] I wouldn't change it if I had the chance. However, when I was born, they couldn't think of a middle name for me. They went driving that day, since they had 24 hours to choose a middle name. And they couldn't come up with one. They then go down this street and pass a house with a huge pile of trash in its front yard. They think to themselves, "Debris? .. Nah, that would just be cruel." Hence, I ended up with Bree.
It might rain on another person's life to be slightly named after trash, but it doesn't to me. :p I just think of it as, "Well I can use the saying: 'one man's trash is another man's treasure'." :]