What's in a name?

I've always liked my name.  I thought it was neat that I was named after my mom's BYU roommate.  And it's just different enough that I never had to add my last initial to my name for someone to know who I was--unlike all the Jennifer's and Amy's in elementary school.  I had only ever met a few Jeanine's in my life.  That is until I moved here.  A few years after we moved here so did Jeannine... and then Janine moved in a little while after that.  Three of us all in the same ward!  We all agreed it was weird.... but fun at the same time.  My name was once announced over the pulpit to release me of a calling I didn't have... they meant to say Jeannine.  To me the distinction (in writing) is simple because we all spell our name differently...  so still no need for last initials. But that's assuming that everyone remembers how each Jeanine spells her name.  Jeannine has since moved... so now we are down to just two.  However, in the past week I have been "mistaken" for Janine.  It doesn't help that Janine replaced me as Young Women's President.  One of the mom's of some young women in the ward approached me about an idea for Young Women.  It took me a second to realize that she forgot which Jeanine she was talking to.  And then this afternoon I got a call from one of the Stake Young Women leaders with a question... and I had to point her in Janine's direction.