Nicknames

Sometimes I complain too much on here. Sorry about that. There are some bloggers out there who can write beautiful, amusing prose about the lovely bits of life. I'm not one of those. Negative things are just funnier, not to mention easier to remember and write about. Sure, I generally appreciate in a subconscious way all the niceties of normal life, but being normal they just don't stand out in an interesting way. Despite my whining, I assure you that things are generally fine on my end.

In an effort to offer something entirely sweet and positive to the blogosphere, here is an adorable picture of a kitten and a bunny. Awww.

I'm not just posting a random picture of stereotypically adorable animals. There is a point (kind of). You see, sometime towards the beginning of our marriage I started referring to Zach as Bunny, and he started calling me Kitten.

In general, Zach and I lean away from the sappy sweet. Bunny was meant as a mocking nickname, making fun of the ridiculous bobo bear honey pie sugar bunch stuff others do. And mostly it was a way for me to tease Zach. Zach hated it, I mean really hated it. He would try other similarly ridiculous nicknames for me, but he could never come up with something that would make me groan rather than giggle. After a bit Bunny became a one word punchline, but somewhere along the line it morped into something sincere. Zach's attempt at a similarly gag worthy nickname for me settled down at about the same time, and I ended up as Kitten. We now refer to each other by those names almost as often as we use our real ones, and there is a genuine sweetness about it. (In the private comfort of our shoebox of course. We still have some standards.)

I suppose I view my blogging in much the same way. Most of it is negative and sardonic, but all in all I think there is some sweetness behind the acid, something fun and good about all the annoyances of life, it'll just take some time to find it.