And people say you can't choose your own nickname...

I reached a milestone the other day. We were sitting in the car and my sister asked me a question, calling me "love." Gah! She has been doing that recently. And she means it in the most sincere way an older sister can. And I caaaannn't stand it (extra points if you understood that reference). The only way I can be called "love" and not cringe or feel belittled is if my (future) british husband dubs me his "love" and calls me that when asking me to fetch him his tea. Please excuse my stereotype. And while I am not ruling out that possibility, it does seem highly improbable. So I needed to find a new nickname and I told her so. "Well what do you want me to call you?"

~Enter Dr. Seuss~

Umm, what does HE have to do with your nickname preferences weirdo?

Wow, I feel so grown up using pictures and stuff!!

One day many years ago, I was reading the above book with my mother, as we so often did, and I felt a connection with one of the letters. Can you guess which one? How about S?? That would be the most logical because my name is SAVANNA. Nope. Okay, umm maybe N? Since your blog name is Nix?? (Insert obnoxious beeping noise that signifies failure here) Not even close. Oddly enough, it was X. The page read 

"X is very useful if your name is Nixie Knox. 

It also comes in handy if you're spelling ax and extra fox."

Anything jump out at you in those pages? Cause something sure did for me. For sure. My young mind (I'd ballpark at about 3 or 4 years old) latched onto the name Nixie Knox. Oh my goodness, I was in love! I just felt this connection with this fictional female character Dr. Seuss created. 

Oh don't worry, I will introduce you to her.

Ladies and Gents...meet my dear soul sister Nixie Knox. Ain't she a beauty? 

From that moment on, I emphatically insisted on being called Nixie Knox. My young, somewhat sassy, self would introduce herself to others with an enthusiastic "My name is Savanna Bwette Weich, but you can call me Nixie Knox!" By the way, that came straight from the journals folks, with the inability to say R's and all. 

Unfortunately, the name didn't stick too well. And it was always in the back of my mind. My moms cousin Matt, who we nicknamed Rug,  always called me that and consequently became my favorite. Ever. Every couple of years I would try to bring up the nickname and ask my family to use it, but it never really worked. UNTIL NOW! I had this perfect opportunity because my sister was asking me to choose my own nickname. I could just feel the raw power oozing from that moment. I thought about it and half a second later I said "Nixy Knox...(she looked at me, I looked at her).......Nix" I said. "I want you to call me Nix." "Okay."

And people say you can't choose your own nickname....

Hoo-Rah! Had I done it? Had I gone against nature and established my very own nickname? I think so. It has been two weeks, and she is still calling me Nix. I carefully introduced the topic to my roommate/best friend, and she seems to be fine with it. What does this even mean? This means that although people say you can't choose your own nickname, I say you can. So go crazy with that newfound information.

And for the record. I like my nickname. My own chosen nickname, So if you ever see me and want to make me unbelievably happy, I have shown you the way. And it is super easy. Just call me Nix.