Chunk.

So my little sister is ridiculous and hilarious. Really. This is us. One, she just tooted in my face in my bedroom. Two, her real name is Chaney and she goes by Chane, Chunk, Chunkers, Little Chunkers, Chunky, Chancy, Candy, Baby, Munchkin, Buddy, and like a million other names. Sometimes I wish I had these lovely nicknames, other times not. The origin of Chunk is from second grade sunday school. Her sunday school teacher could not get her name and she was really shy and wouldn't correct her. So the entire time during Sunday School, she went by Chunky. It has stuck since then and she is now 20 years old. Glorious! No, she has no self-esteem issues with it. She really considers it to be her name. She is the kid who let me go flying in a shopping cart out into the middle of the parking lot of target (next to the village:) not looking to see if there were any cars and not stopping for the wheelchair ramp either....i'm glad i'm still alive! Oh yes, and this was this summer...not when we were 5. Really though, she's my best friend...she almost killed me again this summer telling me a story about some pine cove kid who looked like paul mccartney while driving...we came within 2 feet of the guardrail before i yelled at her to look at the road! Oh Chaney...my life would be a million times duller if you weren't there. We always cuddle and i love the fact that as i write this post, you are in my room and have no idea that i'm writing about you. As they told you in your aptitude testing this summer, "you have clerical skills but you choose not to use them." And in Santa Fe this summer, our friend Mason King pulled her chair out from under her at Wendy's and she wound up on the floor. All funniness aside though, she is one of the most compassionate, loving, and most loved people i know. Ever since she was little, people fight to hang out with her. Literally. She's that awesome. She tears up at the smallest thing because she has such deep empathy for people. She's my buddy.