My daughter picked up "Sandi" in high school - name on her birth certificate is Rebecca....

At her wedding I started speechifying and stopped myself to acknowledge half the room or more had no idea who I was talking about, but her name is still Rebecca to us and always will be.

I like to use daily changing call signs. Sure it confuses the kids, but I think it's good to keep them on their toes.

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Originally posted by Lord Vaalic:
my son goes by The Dude. Nothing to do with Lebowski...

We couldn't decide what to name him and I told my wife we can't just call him hey dude we need to pick a name. Well we kept calling him the dude and it just kind of stuck. Nobody calls him by his name, he is The Dude.

My youngest daughter is The Widge.....and like you, not really sure how it came to be a thing....she had some bilateral hip dysplasia when she was born, and spent a few months in a Pavlik harness until things sorted themselves out.....and she sorta "widged" around in that thing, and it stuck. She is not, and forever will be, The Widge.....and yeah, she abides

Youngest boy is affectionately called Bug. Or the Happy Dick, but mostly Bug. His name is Roland.

I went to my part time job a couple of Harley dealerships ago to get some parts for my bike. Two guys I worked with were at the retail counter that was visible from the tech counter. Also there was an ex-employee, a lot of "they come and they go" and back and forth.

So anyway one of the techs, old school real deal biker sees Chris the ex employee at the front counter, leans in and yells "Hey asshole!"

Without thinking both the guys on the front counter, myself and Chris all turn and say "What?"

The look on his face was stunned silence. Unfortunately in my case after forty years in car dealerships there was nothing that I had not been called at one time or another, just natural to answer.

I used "LT" as my communications moniker (think teletype equipment) back in the Navy and it stuck all the time I served. Their are a few close circle people that call me that to this day.

We call our oldest daughter PJ which is shortened from Paula-Jo. The other kids just get called by their name.

My great uncle always called me "Pete" which has absolutely nothing to with my given name, James. He never called me anything else.

He was one of a kind.

JP

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Originally posted by V-Tail:
I suppose that "asshole" and "shit head" don't count.

No they do, but there are so many that you'll need to be more specific.

When my wife was very young and her sister even younger, her sister couldn't pronounce Lorena, it came out weena, which later became weiner.

I certainly only use that very judiciously when she's in a good mood or I can't get her attention in a crowd.

My Italian Aunt always called me baccala and my dad called me stroonz - neither good. My friends called me halfman - half man half beast. I don't let anyone call me anything other than my name.

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Originally posted by jprebb:
My great uncle always called me "Pete" which has absolutely nothing to with my given name, James. He never called me anything else.

He was one of a kind.

JP

No, I had a great uncle like that as well. He always called me by one of his nephew's names, one generation older than me.

My daughter's name is Sarah and her grandparents called her "Sarah-Bear" all while she was a baby and the bear part stuck.

Worked construction as a laborer in the early 1970's and everyone had a nickname.
I wore a 15 EEE = bigfoot
Tobacco chewer last name Beech = Beechnut
Last name Shropshire = sharpshooter

Young man bragging at lunch, how he rode in a $60,000 vehicle to work. Driver had a short billed cap and let him out at the front gate. Was going to return at quitting time and pick him up, and take him home. Finally someone yells out 'I saw you get off the bus'. Forever known as rich boy.

My son's nickname has been "Chip" ever since he was a toddler. He had a gland infection that made his cheek swell up & reminded us of a chipmunk.

Our daughter's nickname has always been "Thith", because Chip couldn't pronounce "Sis" when he was little.

My father's (1919-94) first name was Clarence, but everybody called him Pat. A long story I'd rather not get into, but the short version is that this name stuck so much that I corrected some people who thought his middle name was Patrick. I was a little bit cross with them.

My son's FIL calls him Dudley, from Dudley do right, after almost 20 years he answers to it no matter who calls him Dudley. No idea how it came to stick but it did.

As a young apprentice in a printing plant, one guy nicknamed me Sparky.

WHen I was a teen we had a boat and my dad called me Skipper. I was pretty much Skipper forever after that, even with no boat.

My great uncle was known to everyone in town as Nutsy, even though his name was Wayne. Actually, Marvin, but Wayne to his family and Nutsy to the rest of the town.

My grandfather was called Peddler by many of the townsfolk, too.

Doesn’t ATF have there records center in Martinsburg, WV off Neely rd?

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Originally posted by RAMIUS:
How do I know “you” don’t work for the “government” and want our aliases for the “file”?

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Originally posted by CQB60:
Doesn’t ATF have there records center in Martinsburg, WV off Neely rd?

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Originally posted by RAMIUS:
How do I know “you” don’t work for the “government” and want our aliases for the “file”?

Indeed they do; a 5 minute drive from my house in fact

I have two people at my job who go by Kevin and their names are Charles and David.

When I was in college, there was a guy named Gerard. During the year, he had a female friend come visit and she called him Matthew. Turns out his real name was Matthew but he decided to go by Gerard in college. The stupider thing was his female friend did the EXACT SAME THING. So she introduced herself as her made up name to everyone and yet the two of them constantly just called each other by their real names.

My Dad was an electrician. He called me Sparky a lot when I was a kid. I always liked it. Never really put two and two together about why he called me that. One of my first days as an electrician in the field and some other tradesman called me Sparky. Kind of pissed me off a little.