In my family we used to play around with our names backward, mine was Refinnej Niglub. My brother shortened it and called me Ref for a long time - not so much now, but I still love it when he pulls it out.
In high school my best friend used to run down the hall yelling, "Jeffineffineffineffiner." That got shorted to Jef, with one f, and that still sticks with a small group of friends.
My track friends called me Birdie -long story on that one.
In high school and college as a camp counselor I was "Giraffe" to 100s of kids, who still think of me as that in their head, but rarely say it out loud. Every now and then I mention it to someone and they sheepishly smile and say, "Yeah, that's always the first name I think of for you."
My college friends call me Niffer, and my kids call me Mom, but never, ever, ever, have I been Jenny. Unless you wanted to make me mad. Which a college friend did. And he called me Jenny so often that it stuck, and we laugh - and he's the only one allowed to call me that in the world.
In high school my best friend used to run down the hall yelling, "Jeffineffineffineffiner." That got shorted to Jef, with one f, and that still sticks with a small group of friends.
My track friends called me Birdie -long story on that one.
In high school and college as a camp counselor I was "Giraffe" to 100s of kids, who still think of me as that in their head, but rarely say it out loud. Every now and then I mention it to someone and they sheepishly smile and say, "Yeah, that's always the first name I think of for you."
My college friends call me Niffer, and my kids call me Mom, but never, ever, ever, have I been Jenny. Unless you wanted to make me mad. Which a college friend did. And he called me Jenny so often that it stuck, and we laugh - and he's the only one allowed to call me that in the world.
Woohoo! Thanks for the shout out. :-) Can I be honest....I totally think of you as Giraffe in my head. Like 2 decades later. So. Hope that's okay. I mean you did save me from a bee sting in an outhouse! Giraffe Saves the Day!
ReplyDeleteBecca - I figured that in your heart of hearts I was still Giraffe. There are simply some moments in life that are seared in our memories. :) I can still hear your faint voice from the top of the monkey house where I was having lunch with my group, "Somebody help me. . ."
ReplyDeleteYears ago someone misheard my full name (Mark Oppenlander) as "Omar Poppenlander." People have been calling me Omar for nearly two decades now.
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