CamT
Loc: La Porte, Texas
Huntm22 wrote:
Youngster it was DIGGER. Everybody said I was always digging the hole deeper with everything bad I did - so the nickname DIGGER was given to me.
High school it was RUG by the buds. Whenever the buds found me I was usually covering a gal like a good rug would - hense the nick name. A few others also.
Mine was given by my coworkers, and from them it was like an oscar, since they were a crazy bunch. CAM T as in "crazy ass mark" and T for my last name.
It stuck for my whole career
Fredfish wrote:
In my younger, herb clouded years, mine was FTH. Let's see if you can figure it out.
Fred i figured it was FEEL THE HIGH. Close but no dobie LOLπ΅
Spiritof27 wrote:
I've told this story before on here, but it's been a while so here goes.
Spirit of 27 is in honor of my MIL. Unlike a lot of guys, I got along very well with mine. Now when she was a little girl she lived in the Cooper Carlton Hotel in Chicago. Her father managed the restaurant and they lived in one of the suites. She was not normally allowed to eat in the restaurant, but one morning her father brought her in and gave her a baseball. Happens that the Cooper Carlton was the hotel that visiting baseball teams stayed at when they traveled to Chicago to play the White Sox and Cubs. And happens that that day in 1927 the New York Yankees were in town and they were (most of em) seated for breakfast. Yep. THOSE 1927 New York Yankees. Murderer's Row. Babe Ruth. Lou Gehrig. To name two. For some reason there were Washington Senators there also. Tris Speaker. Walter Johnson. She took the ball around the dining room and got all their signatures. Jump forward about 60 years - she never had any kids of her own, my wife was an adopted child - and she wanted me to have that ball. I graciously accepted it as a gift. What a sweet lady. I miss her.
I've told this story before on here, but it's been... (
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Now thatβs a great story.
Spiritof27 wrote:
I've told this story before on here, but it's been a while so here goes.
Spirit of 27 is in honor of my MIL. Unlike a lot of guys, I got along very well with mine. Now when she was a little girl she lived in the Cooper Carlton Hotel in Chicago. Her father managed the restaurant and they lived in one of the suites. She was not normally allowed to eat in the restaurant, but one morning her father brought her in and gave her a baseball. Happens that the Cooper Carlton was the hotel that visiting baseball teams stayed at when they traveled to Chicago to play the White Sox and Cubs. And happens that that day in 1927 the New York Yankees were in town and they were (most of em) seated for breakfast. Yep. THOSE 1927 New York Yankees. Murderer's Row. Babe Ruth. Lou Gehrig. To name two. For some reason there were Washington Senators there also. Tris Speaker. Walter Johnson. She took the ball around the dining room and got all their signatures. Jump forward about 60 years - she never had any kids of her own, my wife was an adopted child - and she wanted me to have that ball. I graciously accepted it as a gift. What a sweet lady. I miss her.
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Goid memories Spirit. My 1st MIL n i didn't like ea other at all. She was a mean nasty female. FIL was great. My present wife AKA BUG had a great mom. Her n I got along real good. When her health got bad we took care of her alot. Never met Bugs dad. He was very ill when i met her. He passed a couple months later. Have a good nite y'all ππ΄
Huntm22 wrote:
Well another post got me thinking - (yes it hurt) about peoples nicknames and how they came about. Care to share yours?
Do you mean on this forum?
Fredfish wrote:
That's Doobie Grizz
LOL u never tried enough to learn how to spell it. I can spell RUM N COKE COLA ππ
Grizzly 17 wrote:
LOL u never tried enough to learn how to spell it. I can spell RUM N COKE COLA ππ
I never tried enough. Rum n weed put me to sleep si i didn't use π
Grizzly 17 wrote:
I never tried enough. Rum n weed put me to sleep si i didn't use π
That is the secret.
LOL
My eyes are starting to blur a bit.
EasternOZ wrote:
That is the secret.
LOL
My eyes are starting to blur a bit.
I always wanted to be last one standing. I haven't drank alcohol in 17 yrs n quit smoking close to 20 yrs. Spent all that money in fishing gear ππ
I have had a number of nicknames, and none of which I particularly liked and the very first one I hated. This happened when I was in the first grade. Near halloween, my mother bought me a mask. This mask at first was a delight since most of the kids wore them at recess. However, my mask was mostly black and I gained the name "N" word and could not shake it for several years.
Much later, while a member of the sales training staff, I was given the nickname of "Waco" because i was from Texas and the national sales manager was from WACO, thus I became WACO.
Later, back in Houston, I was given the moniker of Big Bopper by my manager and that stuck for the period of time i was in that office.
A bunch of monikers I never liked, and others were better than the first one. Just Sayin....RJS
RJ how did you avoid the name Tex? Although none of the texas boys i knew in marines were ever called tex either. π
Well, as a lieutenant I did not get a nickname and later, I lived back in Texas for a number of years before moving to New York and thatβs where I was dubbed Waco! Just Sayin... RjS
Huntm22 wrote:
Well another post got me thinking - (yes it hurt) about peoples nicknames and how they came about. Care to share yours?
Mine started as toothpick then plyer mouth then all the way up to deaf hog. Even from my so called friends. I was still being called that in high school. They all hurt so much. I just curled up and became a loner. As it stands now, my wife is the only friend I've got.
I guess mine kind of got started from the neighbor boys calling me Whitey. Never bothered me. My last name is white lol.
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