I haven't had the great fortune of actually meeting a fellow blogger in real life yet.
I have yet to connect with one who is from my immediate area.
Well, I know there is one who lives in a neighboring state, but this pocket of the country seems not to possess a lot of bloggers.
Either that, or I'm just not looking hard enough.
Which is probably more likely.
Anyway, in an attempt to be playful when starting up my blog, I decided to use one of my nicknames - Tabba.
I have a couple nicknames. Some I know about, some I'm sure that have been given to me that I'm not aware of. And believe me. What I don't know, won't hurt me.
A few months or weeks - I'm not sure how long ago, as time is this crazy thing I have no concept of anymore when staying home with the kids - I got a chance to actually speak to a fellow blogger on the phone. She called, and she asked for Tabba.
I wasn't expecting the call from her, necessarily, though I was pleasantly surprised. So when I heard someone ask for Tabba, I stopped in my tracks....see, that is a name that only a certain handful of people call me.
For instance, my BFF and her daughter.
Certain members of my family - like my closest cousins and their kids - call me that.
Sometimes my uncle.
Most people call me Tab.
Usually someone who calls me Tabitha is not very close to me.
And my Dad, Mom, Stepmom, & brothers call me Jess.
As a little girl, my Dad used to call me Catfish.
My one sister-in-law calls me Tabby.
I've even been known to answer to Mommy a few million times a day.
Rav used to call me Killer - and still does from time to time.
I guess what I'm really trying to get at here, is that the few of you out here that read me regularly are calling me Tabba.
A name that, for me, denotes a rather intimate relationship. And the funniest part is that I have never met any of you, but it feels so comfortable.
And in my picking that name here for my blog, I never realized what exactly, that would mean.
And now I do.
About me
- Tabba
- A wife, a mother, a friend. A lover of music, beautiful things, simple things, weighty things, a thinker, a wanderer, a student, and a fiesty fireball. A woman who is all of those things and more. A woman who is trying to matter, and who is trying to leave little more than her footprints behind and a legacy of hope, goodness, and sass behind her in her wake and in the hearts of her two kids. This is just the beginning. Are you ready for the rest of the ride?
11 ripples in the pond:
Aaaaaaw!
Well, thank YOU for sharing that. And for sharing so much of yourself, everyday!
Carrie
What a neat post. Also, Killer? I love it.
Dear Tabba,
Call ME Jess.
:)
J
It's a weird kind of intimacy Tabba, although I kind of like the whole "Killer" thing.
Hugs... although I'm super drawn to referring to you as Killer from here on out. You can call me Liver if you want...but, wait. don't.
Funny thing about names. :) I am so accustomed to Chani now that my given name sounds like nails on a blackboard.
I think we should all be called something that sounds like music to our ears.
:)
Peace,
~Chani
i think when we spoke i must have called you Tabba, not even thinking about it, because, dearest, you ARE Tabba.
Tabba,
Hi you! I'm Christine. Friends call me, well flutter :)
I love how you write.
Slackermommy is only my blog name so fortunately I'm not called it to often because like you I didn't give much thought to my blog name when I started. Most people call me Kristie. My family calls me Kris. My hubby calls me Babydoll unless he's mad at me then I'm Kristie.
Can't wait to meet you. I'm going to give you a big ole hug! BTW, I love the name Tabitha!
What's the story behind "Killer"?
It's funny how our blog names become our persona. A few people have called me KC in real life but it's definitely taken on it's own life here.
I spent the last year in a graduate class where everyone called me by my formal first name, instead of my usual nickname. It was different. Nice. Like I was taking on another identity.
I know what you mean - I post as Jen, but that's typically what my closest friends call me - so I can relate.
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