if you wanna sing out...

In honor of my new blog title, thought I'd write a little shpiel to describe the origins of the bop. I've gone through a series of iterations in my nickname career- "teen pig," "fluppy dog" (yes, "fluppy" not "fluffy"), "poochie" (that was during my long hair that my sisters liked to crimp phase), to name a few. But one that has pretty much stuck since I can't even remember is curlin. It's how my little sisters would say my name (and still sometimes do) to the point that I've even said that's my name before. It was one of those "let's go around the circle and say our names and where we're from" meet-and-greet type things. It was my SAT prep class and I was probably about 16 at the time. And when I said my name, I said "curl-in," not "care-o-lin." And my classmates sort of looked at me strangely. I said "curl-in" again and they still didn't get it. Our instructor asked me, "Do you mean care-o-lin?"

Oh yeah, that's what I meant to say.

Well, since then, we've had some variations on the curlin' theme. There's been curly, curlybop, curlyboppers, cboppers, the big bop, and probably others that have yet to emerge. So, consider yourself in-the-know now. Yes, you are one of the privileged few.