I suspect my mom chose my name. I didn't call to ask, however. As I recall (and remember, memory is a tricky thing because you insert stuff to make it more interesting — to you), she picked Rhonda Suzanne when she was pregnant with my brother. I believe it was because of Rhonda Fleming, teh actress. Although, I don't know where Suzanne came from. However, since my brother was born male, he was given the "good Irish" name of Michael Patrick Wynn.
Now here's where it gets all weird. According to my memory (and my added mythology), my parents were pretty tired of naming children by the time I showed up. It was decided that, if I were a boy, I'd be Patrick Michael. I was a girl so I got Rhonda Suzanne.
Strangely, I think the story was, had Mike been a girl, he would have been Rhonda Suzanne, and I would have been Suzanne Rhonda. (cocked eyebrow). Interesting because, of course, I go by Suzanne. Really interesting because who does that to their children? Then again, my grandfather was Ivan and his sister Ivy (no middle names given). Perhaps there's just familial laziness involved. 🙂
I guess, after all this, I picked my name.