No mom, I'm not calling you out. Promise. I'm calling myself out.
If your completely baffled and slightly interested by that last statement, then by all means, read on.
No seriously, I wrote that last post because I really didn't have a whole lot else to write, so I made something up..or something that I've been pondering lately, but since I've slept on it, I think its lame and makes me look lame. Though I did leave it posted, for all you who are bored at work. But i reposted the pic because i strangely like it.
Anyone else like it? Or is it just me. I took it thinking it wouldn't be much, but theres something about it that strikes me. Lemme know if you figure it out. Or even if you agree in that its kinda cool.
Anyways, Adam "Brown Sugar" Brown just blogged about nicknames, and it brought me back to my youth, and a few nicknames that me and my friends had.
I have no idea where we got it from, and it will definitely strike you as slightly strange, but in all hilarity and absurdity, its true.
Robbie, Justin, Alton, Albert, and I all called each other by our mom's names.
Go ahead, read it again. We did. Ask my mom. I'm sure she heard it.
In other words, I was known as Nancy, Robbie as Gail, Justin as Terri (though at some point he got away with getting called his dad's name..wayne) and Alton and Albert, who are twins, were called Barbara..or "BARB" for short.
This started out probably my sophomore or junior year of High school. I was the oldest, and none of us were the same age, so obviously they were younger when it started. But once it started, it didn't stop.
We never called each other by our real names. I think for a while I forgot their real names. It got so bad, that Wayne, Justin's dad, got mad at him one day and yelled at him by HIS name..Wayne. something like "HEY WAYNE!!! GET OVER HERE!!!" When in all actuallity his sons name was Justin, not his own.
To this day, sometimes I'll call Gail and call him..well..Gail.
I think it all started with "yo momma" jokes. But instead we started using our parents real names instead of "momma" and it kinda morphed from there.
Anyways, in other news, my dear ipod was recently stolen. And we were so close. I miss him.
Oh, and I've decided to do a picture of the week, such as the one above..usually from places that I have been during the week. Cool?