So in the past two weekends of birthday parties I have continually called the birthday child the wrong name. Luckily no complaints have been made, but I feel bad everytime, because it happened several times to the same kids. I have also in the past talked to the wrong kid thinking it was my birthday child, entire conversations. Hopefully this trend will end soon.
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To this day, my mom calls me the dog's name. The dead dog's name. I find it funny as hell to be called "Pep" Now considering that this dog was like a second child to my mother, and really all she had while I was at school/out and about and my dad was at work, I understand. But man it does something to your esteem to be called the dog's name.It is inaccurate to say that I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office.
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Quoth Broomjockey View PostIf I was at my grandparents' I was called by my uncle's name
You got that too
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I;m sorry, but being called the dead dog's name just cracked me up, i know its wrong...but the way it read was funny....i apologize!
I remember one year going to my dad's side of the family for Christmas (in Oregon, and we lived in NJ) - my dad and two uncles, who, between the three of them, probably weighed close to 900-1000 lbs were cooking Christmas dinner, in the kitchen, which was maybe 10x11 - not very large.
My grandmother, who maybe weighed 100 lbs soaking wet, and ran the show, was barking out orders, but she kept calling each of them by each other's name, and was getting mad when they didn't answer to the correct name (or what SHE thought was the correct name) - it was hysterical to watch! My cousins and all were all cracking up, and she finally had to laugh, saying "well, I KNOW who i was talking to, even if they didn't!"
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It's okay to laugh at my being called the dog's name. The dog, by the way, was the incarnate of Satan. He was a miniature schnauzer, that has succesfully ruined 2 rottweiler's shit. He hated everything that moved, and most things that didn't. And he was a fatass. Think the Don of Dogs here, he'd smoke a cigar if he could. He's eaten them before. God I miss that little fucker. /end OTIt is inaccurate to say that I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office.
~~~H.L. Mencken
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my Dad was trying to get my attention the other day . . .he called me my sister's name, my Mother's name, and then my dog's name . . . .I stoped turned and asked him if was by chance actually wanting me - cause my dog wasn't going to be able to answer his question without talking to me first.
The sad thing, I have been working here with him for over 6 years . . .sister has only been back around for a week at the time.
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My mother would often recollect how in bygone days when grandma was angry at her and her siblibings, she'd merely shout out, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" >.<"IT stands away, interrupting himself from the incessant hammering of the kittens…"
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Well, look on the bright side, at least the dog's name wasn't "Fluffy" or "Shadow".Quoth Aldous View PostTo this day, my mom calls me the dog's name. The dead dog's name. I find it funny as hell to be called "Pep" Now considering that this dog was like a second child to my mother, and really all she had while I was at school/out and about and my dad was at work, I understand. But man it does something to your esteem to be called the dog's name.
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Try coming from a family of seven kids...four of them brothers.
I grew up with a mishmash of male/female names being shouted at me before they got it right.
I was always just "Ree", so how hard is that?
You know, though, it's funny, but I only have one daughter, yet the older I get, I see so much of my sisters and my niece in her that I will accidentally call her by their names, and I will call my sister by my daughter's name.
I often mix up the foster daughters' names, and I always feel so bad when I do it.
(Must be an age thing.) The really embarrassing moment was when I called one of my guys at work, "Honey" after a weekend spent with a house full of young people and using that phrase constantly, rather than trying to get all their names straight.Too tired of living and too tired to end it. What a conundrum.
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My grandma used to do that all the time. I was always "J...Mike", and my brother was always "M...Jason."
Funny thing is, now my mom's starting to do that too.
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