Me. Yes. Me.

Aimee Pham. Many people often misspell my name. Amy. Amie. Amiee. Aymie. It gets pretty interesting I have to admit! A game of sorts. The only people not close to me who spell my name right are my cousins in France. Barbara and Valerie. Aimee is apparently the French way of spelling it. Amy is the more American way of spelling it. Amie....well that's just weird. Ha! I kid, I love you Amie Tang!

Many people have nicknames. I've always loved nicknames, but unfortunately, Aimee isn't such a great nickname name. Aim. There are 4 people I know of that call me Aim. One being my mother. The other 3 are all in the same family: Nate, Matt, and Uncle Charlie. Why do they call me this? Who knows? But if I hear someone at work say "Aim," I automatically know it's Nate. So perhaps this is a good thing? Mee. Now what kind of lame nickname is that I ask you! "What's up Mee?" "Hey Mee, how are things?" Yeah, doesn't sound so cute.

You know what's the absolute worst part about having a name that's different? You never find those little license plates or keychains or necklaces with your name on it. When I was a kid, I used to scour the racks of every single tourist shop on vacations, hoping and praying that I would find my name. Now as an older kid, I just quickly scan the racks to pretend like I'm admiring the design of the license plate/keychain/necklace, but secretly search for A I M E E. One day, I found one. I went into PuzzleZoo at South Coast Plaza. I wasn't expecting much, I don't even know why I was in the store, I just gravitated on over to the license plates as was custom. And then suddenly, BOOM! There it was. I think I might have cried our in joy. It was a day to remember. Unfortunately I lost the metal plate a while back, but it's nice to know someone out there was lovely and kind enough to produce an "Aimee" license plate.

The End!