When I asked about nicknames, a few days back, I was thinking that most of you would have trouble deciding which nickname to share.  (Oh yeah, I also thought more people would get involved. Group effort here, people. Group effrort.) My own personal life experience has led me to believe that all people have numerous nicknames and if you forced everyone in your life to call you by just one of them, there would be an all-out brawl by your loved ones to decide whose name would come out on top.

You see, almost every person in my life calls me something different. I don’t know why, but it would seem unnatural and wrong if they did anything else. So, here is the all-inclusive list of the names I allow myself to be called without giving the caller a swift kick to the face in response. (I’m kidding, of course. I’m not that flexible yet. But I’m doing Yoga, so watch out.)

Name: Luka or Luke
The Caller: My Mommy
Why?: I have no earthly idea, but we did go around my house a lot singing the “My name is Luka, I live on the second floor” song.

Name: Beans
The Caller: My Older Brother
Why?: Again with the WTF?. No idea. But at my 8th graduation, he screamed out this moniker at the top of his voice. Ah, my brother. Always to be counted on for the extreme humiliation.

Name: Chumpy
The Caller: Master Chase and Shawna’s Dad
Why? Because we started calling Chase Chumpy, and the fam apparently decided reciprocal nicknames were an absolute must. 

Name: Baby
The Caller: My GF, plus one friend
Why? Well, one is obvious. Then, there is the friend who heard Shawna calling me Baby and asked if she could call me Baby too. Sure, why not? The more the merrier, I say.

Name: Merz/Aunt Merzy
The Caller: My Sister, Bro-in-Law, Sis-in-Law, Dad, Little Brothers, Nephews, Great Aunt (You get the point… pretty much everyone else.)
Why?: There really is a good reason for this that I’m not going to share.

So, there you have it. Feel free to make fun of me as you see fit.