ita especially will be upset by this if she hasn't seen it: [link] I don't see many actual pictures, but the concept of the hashtag alone is horrifying enough, I think....

Noah calls me Old Mom?

My sisters and I call my mother Witch, or Mother Witch, or MW because when we were little and my sisters were fighting over where they wanted to go out to dinner she got fed up and announced she was taking everyone home to have Witch Burgers.

Conclusion: Watch out for what names stick!

Signed, Mother Witch's daughters - Whale, Kritters and Hank.

Sparky, I totally looked for a "like" button on that post. My parents don't have nicknames, but us kids are Spaniel, Sledgehammer, and Julious Chelchild.

I literally couldn't remember how old I was the other day when the eye doctor's assistant asked me. I said "43" and then was like, "No...wait...that's not right." I had to do the math in my head because I could at least still remember the year and month I was born. I'm not 43 for another couple of months! sheesh. Aging brain!

I always have the impulse now to "like" stuff online and off! It's amazing how quickly something can feel as natural as breathing.

My children have decided that my nickname is "Peaches." I am SO NOT A PEACHES I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU.

Maybe I'll have a big party for 40...or better yet, be able to take a trip with my girlfriends. 3 of us turn 40 in a three month window.

My college roommates and I all turn 40 this year, within a month of each other (June 23-July 28), and we had said we were going to get together to celebrate our birthdays, but we kind of dropped the ball on that. I mean, we can still do it, but it won't be in June or July.

Hell, Tim is trying to plan a party for my 40th, and it's becoming comical how late it's going to be. There are big events and/or vacation and/or holidays on every weekend between now and mid-July. So it seems it's going to be mid-to-late July before I get to celebrate with our friends. (But, honestly, Tim and I leave for the beach the day after my birthday, and that's a fine damn celebration, IMO.)

My nicknames among my siblings included such efforts as Wilbur, Wildebeest and Bilbo Baggins. I returned the favour with Steady Job Boy, Cowboy Bebop and Beast Rabban.

My nickname in junior high was Slim Goodbody (because I was ungodly thin back then). I hated that nickname. In high school I was Tommy John, because my middle name is John and Tommy John was a famous baseball player. That was OK.

At our Christian grade school I was briefly called Doubting Thomas. Despite it being meant as an insult, I liked that nickname. Even when I was eight or so, I had suspicions I'd be an atheist when I got older.

The only nicknames I've had since high school have been Tommy, Tomas, Thomas, etc.... Oh, and Kruegz, which I now use for email.

My children have decided that my nickname is "Peaches." I am SO NOT A PEACHES I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU.

Accept it - it could be SO MUCH worse.