you just can't GIVE someone one

i love nicknames. they are so funny and so random as to how they came about. we have them for just about everyone in our neighborhood. they aren't mean or vindictive, but they DID help us remember everybody's name when we moved there.

there is:
i need a dick. This is Anita and Dick
julie rick. that live across the street
CD, which is short for this one lady's name, who is a self proclaimed republican nazi (o.k., maybe she didn't proclaim herself that last part...but someone did)
Betty boobies. who is the woman who doesn't speak english that wore a shirt with betty boop on it, except it had the caption of "betty boobies" when my husband went to drop off mail to her.
giblets. giblets is the dog that lives across the street that has a name simliar to this, but t couldn't remember it.

i have tons, in fact, i rarely think of my parents ever saying my real name.

what is intriguing is that you cannot just GIVE someone a name and have it stick.

well, t got one the other night, and by god, i think it might stick

we were at our neighbors the other night, having a bbq and we ended the night by roasting marshmallows outside over their super cool fire pit. t was reminded of a time in his childhood and then proceeded to tell the story...or try to.

he started out by saying, "When we were little, we did flaming mallow farts" now, i knew that likely, that was NOT what he meant to say, but for the life of me, i couldn't interpret what he even might be getting at...not even a clue. he tried again, "when we were little, we did flaming mallow FARTS!" at this point, i'm dying. i cannot control myself and i know our neighbors were wondering what on earth he was trying to say.

then finally, he said, "we had flaming mallow FIGHTS"

our neighbor cindy said, "i think we have a nickname"