I quit....I am officially flushing this conversation down the toilet ;)

Don't forget to put the lid back down too ;)

You're too much!!

I don't remember that but I won't deny it!

Boyfriends tend to call me Steffers. Kinda cute, I s'pose. It beats the shit outta Johnny on the spot!

just take it all to the Johnny on the spot

My sis calls me Tree...my name is Teresa so I guess I can understand...kinda..lol

My son's name is Alexander. And that's what we call him. But EVERYONE calls him Alex. They say "Aww..what's his name? Me- "Alexander" Them- "Aww..Hi Alex!" *cringe* Even when we told people they could use Lex instead. It didn't help.

I have the opposite problem. I go by Liz. But at work when a customer askes my name and I say Liz they say.. Oh okay ELAZABETH. Noo... I said Liz...

Works on my nerves.

Every once in awhile I get the person who calls me 'Mandy'... which I never go by, and no one is allowed to call me that but my grandma. :)

lizzardbits comes from my younger brother making fun of my middle name.


the one that kinda grates on my nerves is being called "Care Bear" ( as most ppl say it like "Care En") and there have been times that i want to revert to the correct pronounciation of my name (sounds like "Car In") so people don't have a chance to really rhyme it or associate it with talking multi-colored bears with Lucky-Charms on their bellies, and drive around in cloud cars. (someone HAD to be trippin' hard to come up with that one, i tell ya)

Mr. Osuche calls me "snuggle" -- which has nothing to do with my name, but everything with what interests me. :D

His nickname is Rana, which in his language means "prince" but I think means "frog" in Spanish. And Rana is not a shortening of his real name, which is completely different.

My mom's nickname is "cookie" -- I guess she liked cookies as a kid :rolleyes:

"Lizzardbits....talking multi-colored bears with Lucky-Charms on their bellies, and drive around in cloud cars. (someone HAD to be trippin' hard to come up with that one, i tell ya)"

I watched "Heavy Metal" with a bunch of Care Bears once trippin' on windowpane....fuckin' awesome!!!

For Steph you can just use her handy form
"enter first name hereTARD"






You can belieeeeeeeeeeve THAT! :eek:

For a name that is not very common, there seems to be a lot of noted associations.
I get “Roger the Dodger”, “Roger Ram-jet”, “Roger the Rabbit” .........
During the CB craze in the 70’s “roger” was a pain in the ass. "Roger O & O", Roger that Roger", "Roger Wilco" "Where's Wilco Roger?"
I had some answers when it got to be a bother. "Won'tGo just kicked the shit of of him!"


My son’s name is Michael with Mike as a nick. I would never allow him to be called Mickey. He was not going to be associated with some damn mouse, and he proved me right. :D

Ok..I was debating about adding this, but some of you have been open about family nicknames and such.

Back oh 2 or 3 years ago, when I was in HS, I was a trumpet player in the Jazz band, and we had a drummer who was..well let's see, Laid back would have been a polite way of describing his demeanor. Anyway, we were playing this song which was very up-tempo and wild, and he had a drum solo that he did that just NEVER fit the style of the song. One day our Band director told him to "go nuts and hit the drums like ANIMAL of the Muppet Show would". He didnt like that nickname but the rest of the band also got Muppet nicknames applied to them...I became Scooter.

That was one reason why it struck me as odd that Gary from work called me that. He was not familiar with my old nick. As it turns out he has a brother named Scott whom he also called "Scooter", like he does me

"Scooter" has happened to me too...I guess it's no secret to anybody here that my real name is Scott also...long-time pixies have heard the story of my nick before, but for anybody that hasn't heard, I was dubbed Scotzoidman by a co-worker based on a song called "21st Century Schizoid Man" by 60s-70s era prog-rock band King Crimson...
The most annoying nick I got saddled with based on the name was when that dreadfully sacharine song, "Watching Scotty Grow" came out...I've been wishing for a slow, lingering, painful death for both Bobby Goldsboro & Mac Davis (who wrote that POS song) ever since, and used to forbid anybody call me "Scotty" until after my 40th b-day (isn't it interesting how one's perpestive changes at that point?)