I've spent a lot of time thinking recently about my future (t-minus 13 months until graduation, people!), and do you know what my biggest realization was?
BIG. DRAMATIC. PAUSE.
BIG. DRAMATIC. PAUSE.
I want a nickname. Like a fun, catchy name that my bffs call me. Not the ones I already have like Sam or Sami (gag). Nope. I have higher aspirations than that. You know on The Office when Andy calls Jim 'Tuna' because he brought a tuna sandwhich for lunch on the first day of work? Something like that.
Creative and Catchy. I like it.
Creative and Catchy. I like it.
Two of my very best friends have creative nicknames. Our dear friend Dillon's is 'Chimmy' (short for Chimichanga) and Emily is affectionately known around here 'Mutti" (German for Mother). In fact, I couldn't even remember the last time I called Emily by her real name. It's always Mutti or Mutts (pronounced Moots- rhymes with boots).
Jess, Mutti, Chimmy, and I in Paris.
Jess, Mutti, Chimmy, and I in Paris.
And now it's time for my #humblebrag. My sister, Baby Watzles, was named Homecoming Queen this weekend!!! I don't know about where you're from, but back home in Texas, this is a HUGE deal. Like bigger than The Dallas Cowboys winning a game Super Bowl big. So naturally I had to go home for this and was promptly named the "Official Baby Watzles Photographer of the Night".
She's so stinkin gorgeous.
I'm so proud of her. My little Baby Watzles is all grown up (:
She's so stinkin gorgeous.
I'm so proud of her. My little Baby Watzles is all grown up (: