This is a list of some of my nicknames. If you don't already call me by one of these names, this blog is not permission for you to start calling me them. Nicknames are earned. Some of them are in the past, and some are current. Each name has a special meaning to me and carries good memories. I've chosen to share some of those memories with you. I hope you enjoy, and that you think of some of your nicknames and wander down your own memory lane.
Dolly. This is what my family calls me. When I was a teenager I hated it. My sister is ten years younger than me, and she thought my actual name was Dolly. She heard someone call me Maryn and said, "That's not Maryn, that's Dolly!" When my baby brother was born, I was a senior in high school, and I forbade anyone from calling me Dolly so he could learn my real name. He once heard someone call me Dolly and he said, "That's not Dolly, that's Maywin!"
Dolly-Olly.
Maywin.
Flower.
Angel Face. My daddy called me this when I was little.
Sweetheart Girl. My daddy still calls me this.
Sugar Fingers. I was the only one allowed to eat cookie dough out of the bowl because my fingers were made of sugar. I was my daddy's little girl. :)
Red. My coworkers at the bank called me this. How I went through my life until my mid-20's before being called Red, I'll never know. But I love the handful of people who do call me Red. It was a good time in my life.
Ginger.
Mar-Mar.
Mar/Mer. Some people spell it with an A and one person spells it with an E.
Little One.
Little Foot. I was actually only called this once. I laughed at the person who called me this so hard that it was never uttered again. It was a funny circumstance, though.
Little Sparkle.
Little Rainbow.
Little Sis.
Big Brownies. Those would be my eyes.
Bird.
Boss.
The Enforcer. I earned this name at the ripe old age of 4 or 5. I bossed my brothers around a lot. What do you expect? I was the only girl for 10 years. I still boss them around.
Ma-Russ.
Samantha. As in Sex and the City.
Ninja.
Marinated.
Marijuana. This is what some boys in junior high called me because it was the most creative insult they could come up with for my name. I laughed at them.
Pageant Mommy.
Miss Russell.
Alisha. This is the name I tell guys in clubs that I don't want to talk to.
Trouble.
Names that have appeared on my Starbucks cups: Meredith, Mary, Merin, Maron, Marin, Maren, Marion, Marilyn, Myran, Myron, Miriam, Maryann. You'd think they would just ask how to spell it.
