Sunday, April 8, 2007

Ry-Daddy : Choose Nicknames Wisely

Our crew in high school had social roles that probably resembled societal structures of many prehistoric hunter/gatherer tribes. Like a medicine man who is depended on for his particular expertise in times of sickness or crisis, our friend Ben was in charge of nicknames. This mantle of responsibility was never conferred or bestowed upon him, I think one must simply be born with it. One of us could/did not just throw nicknames out like frat brothers and expect them to stick. Nicknames are funny that way, have you ever tried and pass off a fake nickname to a girl just to sound cool? "Yeah my name is Mike, but my bros call me 'Snakes'." Blech! Everyone knows that any nickname that one admits to is a self given one, which is against the code of nicknames that has been in place for centuries. Do you think the Chicago Bear's Walter Perry looked around his kitchen for a nickname? (Refrigerator) Who would ever want to be referred to as "The Round Mound of Rebound"? (Charles Barkley) It seems that everyone back then had a nickname, and respectively hated it. Eli was Schmeli or Sleazy, Johnny was Juan, Jaxon was J-Action Munny, Andy was Drew, Jake was Jacobeth, and mine was Mattitat or PAM which was an acronym for something I can't spell out because my mom checks this blog and it just hurts too much to remember anyways. There was even a Trout (Travis), Swede (Fred, he was Swedish, that one wasn't hard.) and a Whit (Tyson).After seeing Ryan , Chelsea and the birds tonight I started wondering if we somehow jinxed the guy into starting out his marriage with two twin girls, after all Ryan was and still is; Ry-Daddy. It made me start to worry about my destiny and quietly respect whatever power source Ben used to tap into to assign our names. If Ry-Daddy starts crazily adding children to his quiver I am going to be worried about fulfilling the destiny outlined by my nicknames. Although since college people have been calling me Miguel quite a bit, maybe i'll just get off easy with a sweet job in Mexico.

They put little bracelets on the birds to tell them apart, left = Lauren, etc. Hilarious.

5 comments:

me said...

a post which further fuels our curiousity about what PAM stands for....yes, mum will be grilling you on that soon. hahaha.

Chelsea said...

Are you kidding me you already posted these pictures? I love them! You'll have to email us some of them. It was good to see you...thanks for stopping by!

the.kim.peterson said...

These kids are so dang cute. Also, is it Pathetic Amateur Map-maker?

ryan said...

PAM,PAM,PAM I almost forgot about that. It has to be one of BEN's best. What about PINK you can't forget the Dazed and Confused days. Great pics of the kids - Thanks

Maegan Burr said...

I love the bracelet detail; I always knew parents of twins had some kind of cheat sheet to tell them apart. Way cute kids and you didn’t do a bad job showing how cute they are.

Oh and yeah the hair thing, I know of people who cut there hair when they break up, but its usually me cutting my hair that breaks things up… so yeah, maybe a little baldness saves you from having someone breakup w/ you because you spontaneously change your hair. But really what kind of relationship breaks up because of hair, not a very sturdy one.

Oh yeah and are you a non stick cooking spray? (PAM)