Today has been a fairly stressful day but I must admit that one of my favorite forms of stress relief is writing so here's me de-stressing myself. I hope you enjoy it! I was thinking about writing this entry earlier this week but have been quite busy so I haven't gotten around to it. Oh well!
For whatever reason my name lends itself well to nicknames. This could be because Tammy itself is actually a nickname. My mom named me Tamara (pronounced Tam-ah-rah, but thanks to Tia and Tamara Mowry everyone always thinks it's Tah-mare-uh, which drives me crazy) with the intention that I could be called Tammy or Tamara. She failed to factor in the fact that Tamara would become my trouble name so I don't enjoy being called that because it makes me remember all the times I was in trouble. . .;) Okay I really wasn't that much of a troublemaker, but I got in trouble enough that I don't care to be reminded of it over and over again.
I found it interesting to think back through the years of my life and discover all the nicknames I've managed to pick up. For example, when I worked for the school newspaper in college everyone called me Tammy Faye. Concurrently, my roommates nicknamed me Tammy Jean, and when I see either group of friends now (which isn't so very often I'm afraid), they still refer to me by that name, which I find amusing.
I've also been called Tam (said in an emphatic way), Tam-Tam, Tams, Tamela and, most recently, Tammykins (that one's courtesy of Speak). Someone once tried to refer to me as Tammy Sue but that one just didn't stick.
I wish I could say I understood the phenomenon of why my name lends itself so well to nicknames, but I really can't explain it. The good news is that I consider nicknames to be a sign of affection so I'm fine with picking up random names wherever I go. I suppose it's just part of the fun of being Tammy as opposed to Tamara. . . :)