Nicknames

I've only had a few partial nicknames in my life, and none of them stuck. I've been called Mitchel by my sisters when they were mad at me as a child. I was called Meechelle (me-shell) from one of my soccer coaches because another girl was on the team named Erin so he called me by my middle name, sorta.



In middle school I was called by my last name, as most athletes were called by their coaches. Then in high school I was called Air Head by my dear friend I called Mudd Face, but that was only for a semester since we had class together. During college I was called Grace, because I am lacking any amount of graceful abilities by being a huge klutz.



Now that I'm married The Hubs has several sweet names he calls me, but I would not consider any of them my nickname. He, on the other hand, has plenty of nicknames. Kendailia and Sir Kent to just name a few.



I was silly enough to mention this to some work friends one day over lunch. We were discussing nicknames and one guy was telling a funny story about how some children thought his real name was Meat Stew (his nickname is Stew Meat). I casually mentioned I didn't have a nickname and never had, and thought that was the end of it, silly me. They came back several days later and informed me that my nickname is Rooster.



They tried to tell me the reason my new nickname was Rooster is because I wake up before roosters. See, The Hubs and I wake up during the week at 4 AM. Yes, that's right, 4 AM. Typically the sun isn't out yet and the beasts dogs have been up for two hours already. The beasts dogs must think it's fun coming into our bedroom, throw their bodies into our bed stand next to our bed and cry. I'm not talking just quiet whining people, I'm talking full on crying with mouths open and voices quivering. Needless to say, it's annoying and cute at the same time. They do this every.single.morning.at.the.same.time. including weekends. NOT COOL. So, we get up, take the dogs out to go potty, get dressed and ready for the day, have breakfast, feed the beasts dogs, let them out again, put them in their cages for the day and head out to work. I participate in a carpool so every third week I drive, the other weeks I'm a passenger trying not to scream (or have a heart attack) when the other drivers in my carpool miss painting us onto the car in front of them by inches brake at the last minute. I get into work early and am also able to leave work early so I'm home early. I'd rather do that than get to work at 8 or 9 and not get home until 7 or 8 because of traffic.

All that to explain how my work friends came up with my nickname. I don't like it.