OK, I don't expect you to believe me, but something really bizarre just happened.
Ordinarily I have no earthly idea what I'm going to write in a post until I sit down and stare at various pictures I've pre-loaded. The picture may trigger a thought which may trigger a bigger thought and voila, a post is born. Sometimes at work when bored
The topic of nicknames has been on my list for two weeks now, and each evening it was a contender for the next day's post but it kept getting shoved to the back burner. Last evening as I was cleaning up after supper, I made the decision to write about nicknames for today's post. Knowing I'd already briefly touched on the topic of names some time last year, I went back to that post and was pleased to discover that it was about strange first names, not nicknames, although we did dabble in nicknames in the comments section. Click here to see.
Then I looked at the date of the post: November 20th, 2008. Exactly one year ago to the day. What are the chances?
[Insert sound of creepy music that goes doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo.]
Anyway, we have lots of characters with nicknames running around here. In my neighborhood alone, there are aplenty:
Prunes - my father's friend. He hauls our trash to the dump. Descended from Tangier Island.
Mooch - Prunes' wife. When I was a kid I always thought they called her Moose and never understood why. Not that I understand Mooch, mind you.
Miss Curly - same person as Mooch, aka Prunes' wife. She gets two nicknames. Maybe it's because she keeps her Christmas tree up year 'round, prominently displayed in the picture window. Who knows.
Cotton - He lived in the red brick house that Mental P Mama wants to buy.
Sticks - Cotton's son who is just a few years older than me. Or older than I. He was older. And as skinny as a stick, hence the name.
When I was in high school, I played basketball with Dopie, Buckwheat, LaRue, and Boufant. LaRue had a brother called Mumps (his real name was the unusual Grayling). Of course who from around these parts can forget Watergate, the unofficial mayor of Ward's Corner and groundskeeper of the stretch of road from Eastview to Westview Inn.
My father is friends with Pepsi, Poochie and Meat Morris. Meat is like my father's brother; they
Jeffrey Rainier gave me a nickname in 7th grade. He and a few others called me Flipper because my straight-as-a-poker hair was mashed so flat to my head that my ears would poke out. He sat behind me in Mr. Thomas's social studies class and would flick me on the ear. Then in 8th grade shop class he made me a sign that said Flipper. Then he asked me to a 9th grade dance, which is a story for another time.
Most people just called me by my last name, which I actually liked.
My Baby Sis was known as Sunshine, and she played basketball with a person whose nickname was actually Baby Sis. (Trust me, this makes sense to those of us who
Middle Sis had a nickname, but I can't remember what it was. Perhaps she can enlighten us.
Did you have a nickname? What are some unusual nicknames from your past?
If I write about names or nicknames on November 20, 2010, I'm officially dubbing myself psychic