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For years and years, mostly when my wasband and I were dating, my nickname was Dizzy.
This came about because my wasband's nickname was Buzzy and the friend that named me thought Dizzy and Buzzy went together like Drunk and Disorderly (reference totally stolen).
After a while it became obvious that the name was perfect for me since I do have my moments. The same friend that named me (love you Nimmy and miss you always) would look at me after I had maybe a blurting moment, shake his head and say, "That's why she's Dizzy!" I grew to love my nickname. I swear there was a period of time in my 20s and 30s when some people didn't know my real name. I was just Diz.
I love nicknames. I name everything. Yes, I am that girl that names her car, names her house, names her children.
I drove a car I affectionately named Barbie (1978 Malibu - this was in the 90s) and my Jeep is Ruby. Love you Ruby! I mean, look! I'm begging ya'll to help me name my damn camper!
Here in the family, we do actually call daughter #2 Lorenzo. I forget sometimes that not everyone is clued into who she is. I've had people say, "I didn't know you had a son?" Ooops! Lorenzo is a girl. Very much a girl.
And Bella. My oldest daughter has the same middle name as me and we dropped it nearly immediately and added Bella instead. So much so that when we went to a family reunion and someone had done the genealogy, Bella's name was written in as Bella. We had a good laugh at that one.
When my girls were in school and had millions of friends I could not keep them straight. Especially all the boys. I named most of them with identifiers.
- Big Eye Boy
- Parrot Boy
- Mini-van Boy
- . . . I'm forgetting . . . there are more. Help me Bella!
When I was dating as a grown woman, I named every guy I dated.
- Peanut Butter Boy - melted in the sun of reality
- Rocky - kind of a swaggering dude
- Pepe le Pew - he kissed me just like Pepe and Pepe's beloved Penelope Pussycat
- Jaguar - he did love that car
- Harry - actually his real name, but I loved saying it over and over
In my blog everyone has a nickname. Well, nearly everyone. I have my own boring name. Although my Starbuck's name is Nadia. Just so I can hear something exotic when the Barista calls out my order, "Medium Americano with room for Nadia!"
Makes me swoon every time.