I'm a little late, I hope not too late, getting around to this week's assignment. The kids started school today so the week has been a little hectic around here. Anyway:
Weekend Assignment #229: Tell us about a nickname - yours, or someone else's. Did you come up with it, or was it bestowed by someone else? Is it still in use? And most of all, has it benefited the nicknamed person, or caused them grief, or both?
At first when I read Karen's assignment asking about nicknames, I couldn't think of one. Sure, I grew up being called by my last name, that's what I get for having a popular first name I guess, but that's not a nickname. It's just a way of being differentiated between 35 other people named Mike in a room.
So, I thought I was going to have nothing. Then I remembered. I don't know how I forgot, to be honest. See, I was the youngest child in my family. You know how it is, you get away with a lot of stuff, get your siblings in trouble by making the slightest whine, etc. What I'm saying is that being the youngest had it perks. But, I was the baby for a long time. And that was my name in the house, The Baby.
Now, that wasn't such a big deal in some ways. I wasn't called that directly by my mom, it was more of a third person type thing. You know, it starts off with, "Shh, the baby is sleeping." Then it becomes, "The baby scored two goals this week." It's sad when it becomes, "The baby isn't coming home from school this weekend."
The real sad part is that it went longer than that. Like the first time Jenn heard it. I'm not sure who said it, it could have been anybody, but she had no idea who they were talking about. Yes, it was me. Yes, we were engaged, at least, and I was well into my 20's. I believe my brother said it as a joke when we announced we were expecting our first child. "The baby is having a baby." Ugh.
The name still gets dragged out on occasion, yes I am almost 40 thank you, but it is very rare now. I think I have finally shaken it at this point. (Until my sister reads this post, that is).
So, this may not be your average nickname, since it was a third person thing, but it stuck for a very long time, and was relatively embarrassing. I think that counts.
Oh, I almost forgot, my entire dorm floor called me "Dude." Yes, I said it a lot, what can I say? I didn't mind that one too much.
Extra Credit: Have you ever tried for a nickname that just didn't take off?
T-bone? Oh wait, that was George Kostanza. No, I guess I haven't really tried.