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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Ticklepinch
Somehow everyone ends up with a nickname. The families newest addition has been christened Ticklepinch. Nick names have always proliferated with Lord Kadizzle. Molly up the street has always been Doodlebug. Her brother is J for Johnson, or just J For. His name comes from an old commercial. My name is Johnson, J for Johnson, not j for jelly, not j for Jones, but J for Johnson. Charlie was always forced to repeat this name under the threat of being tickled when he was little. Charly's cousin ended up with the name Him. Him is a her, but became Him because she always called everyone Him. She would say "What is Him doing" or "Does Him want to play?". Now the big brother and little brother up the street are Biscuit and Gravy. Gravy has been a little sick lately, and his little brother always reports on Gravy's health. The wild Mannies lived behind us. There were four boys. It was too combersome to give each a nickname, so they were all just wild Mannies. The little boy behind us was adopted from Chile, so he became the Chile Bean. His sister was Natilie Jean, so she became Natilie Jean the dancing Queen. Danny Donovan became Donavichi. Of course Lord Kadizzles own kids have a host of nicknames that goes on for ever depending on the stage of life. Megan has been The Pie Monkey, Bumsker, Bumskidini, Chi Chi, and Cheech. Erin has been Jones, The Snoocher Bear, and just plane snooch.
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