Or are you called something other than your name by anyone?
Caitlyn gets called catydid.
My aunt still calls me Tabitha.
That same aunt is still called Babe.
My neice gets called Gabby by everyone except me, I use her first name, Megan.
I call my kids by nicknames sometimes,
Caitlyn = Sunshine
Jesse = Moonbeam
Aaron = Starlight
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My family calls me Maggie but they are the only ones who get away with that. I prefer my real name. I hate when random people think it's okay to call me "Meg" it just makes my skin crawl.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
No nickname, well except for the name I go buy which is a typical nickname for my real name. Maternal GM refused to call me by my full name because it is the same as a 1st lady that she despised, so she gave me my name.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
No nickname, well except for the name I go buy which is a typical nickname for my real name. Maternal GM refused to call me by my full name because it is the same as a 1st lady that she despised, so she gave me my name.
How on earth could anyone despise that First Lady?
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
No nickname, well except for the name I go buy which is a typical nickname for my real name. Maternal GM refused to call me by my full name because it is the same as a 1st lady that she despised, so she gave me my name.
How on earth could anyone despise that First Lady?
Because of politics, welfare, etc.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
When I was 5 my neighbor started calling me pooder. ( because a was so tiny and cute, I don't get it) My sisters and friends and even some of the parents called me that for years. As I got older it turned into pooh. Every now and then one of my sisters will still call me that.
Also,
Pattycakes
Little one
Half pint
Short stuff
Shorty
I was called "Half Pint" in college, because
when I asked my parents for clearance to
donate blood for the mother of one of my
friends, they telegrammed permission for
me to donate "one half pint" because I was
so young (barely 18) and so tiny (110 pounds
with weights in my pockets). The blood bank
took my donation (full measure), but my friends
found out about it, and I've been Half Pint ever
since. My friend's mother made it, and is alive
and kicking today.