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What's in a name?

So, at a loose end this morning before I set off to work I thought I'd look up a new image for my avatar to use from one month after the wedding (when everyone else will be sick of seeing wedding photos all the time).

I thought I'd look up the word 'chig' as this has been my family nick name since forever.

I found this: Link

It seems that I am some kind of nasty space monster from a show called Space Above and Beyond. I'm not so sure that I am happy about this!

So I searched for 'chiggster' instead which - thankfully - comes up with loads of stuff that is actually mine! Flickr photos, blog memberships etc. So I felt happy with that.

HOWEVER!

Something I did see was a word 'chigger' which is something I have been called by 'mistake' when people found chiggster difficult. And I must warn you all now, if you are eating, don't go any further down this page!




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These 'orrible little buggers share my name! I am HORRIFIED! I actually feel a little sick at the thought of it.

And I am starting to wonder about how I got this nickname after all. I was under the impression it was an affectionate name gifted to me by my dear old dad. Maybe (subconsciously?) he always has thought of me as a little monster!!!

I think I shall be having words!



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