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March 07, 2006
kare Bear
My nicknames are connected to Snoop Dog or the possession of the most underwear. As I travled the halls of high school I was bologna, I don't really know why. In middle school my nickname was 'crazy' which at the time was fun but now is just a bit silly. As a child I was munchkin which at 5' almost 11 it is belittling to all.
Keri's nickname is one of the many reasons that she is the most popular girl on the third floor of our house. Laura has two fantastic nicknames Elk and Yeltz. Linnea is Pookie, Queen (I can't say), stinky pants, stinky, and dulcinea after the whore in Man of La Mancha. She never really smelled and she is not a whore. Tami like myself is out in the cold of nick names.
Why do some people have them and others go without. Why can some time periods of life put you in the prime location to have a nickname and other portions of your life leave you without. Tami and I have four letter names but so does Keri. Could it be the complication of the name? Or is it just the need? Elk is not Elk if no other Lauras are about. Yet, Cricket is always Cricket even when she is alone in her room rubbing her legs together to make beautiful music.
I love nicknames because they remind of GOD. Stop it...I mean it. I like nicknames because they give you a familiar that is all your own. Like a black cat. A secret name. Your share it with only the people you love and no matter how belittling the name (stinky) you know when they use it that they care..awwwe. In this way it is similar to Christ's knowledge of the inner person and his name for us. I just want to have a little name for everybody
I just want to hug the world
I am so bubbly
now I want to list everbody in the whole worlds nickname
EB
Shadow Stevens
Deke
punky-baby
Elliot
Barfhead
Earl
Tuggy
lil-tug
jb (stupid nickname//we should all work on that one)
dad
mom
hyphen lover
brae-bray
The Terminator
totally hair Ken
Friendly Bacteria
Unfriendly Bacteria
little baby Onion (who is still unborn yet has a cool nickname)
So I decalre today international nickname day
celebrate
nickname a friend
make it last
Tami's new nick name is love in the afternoon
| By razorback | 10:03 AM
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Speaking of nicknames, why do you keep changing your author name? I'm getting confused...
Totally Hair Ken is leaving this weekend, party on Wednesday.
Posted by: heiders at March 7, 2006 11:23 AM
You can't be a pirate without a nickname.
Posted by: Jolly Rancher at March 7, 2006 12:33 PM
I like cultures where names actually mean something besides a convenient label. You have your everyday, marketplace name and your name for the people who love you.
Posted by: funke at March 7, 2006 12:36 PM
...who is Totally Hair Ken? Or would that be telling?
Posted by: By the way... at March 7, 2006 12:44 PM
I like the nicknames for my parents: "Morm" and "Porps" - my father and his siblings also call my grandparents that.
I'm not the most popular girl in the house. You are, Hope, and rightfully so.
Posted by: KB at March 7, 2006 02:57 PM
HD, just remember that your Wuname is Embryonic Crusadah
Posted by: jb at March 7, 2006 03:12 PM
What about bob???
But seriously, i've always thought nicknames were like a cross between a love language and a cult. On the one hand, you feel loved and uh... I think you said "bubbly." But on the other, people who aren't in the name-loop feel like it's a name they're not allowed to use. I was always proud of having a really public nickname. When people call you Bob, they can't help feeling that you're ok and that they're ok, too. It's a name the world can use...
You can just ask Linneabob. I think it would be the same for her, as well.
Posted by: bob at March 7, 2006 04:36 PM
do last names count? i was the demonic teddy bear for a while... but that was really more of a descriptive than a nick name.
Posted by: katzman at March 7, 2006 07:50 PM
There's a good book I read a few times about a boy who grows up answering almost exclusively to nick-names assigned to him, such as Davy, Daisy, Trotwood, and Dody, all intended as terms of endearment. However, like the sound of his true name, a sense of his own identiy alludes him throughout the story. I'll put an exerpt up on my blog soon.
Posted by: Charles Dickens at March 15, 2006 09:30 PM