Thursday, June 27, 2013


From my friend PATTY BURCH:

Today we went to Grandson Casey’s baseball game, and a kid on the other team came up to bat. His name – Johnson – was on the back of his jersey. For some odd reason (but normal for me), I started saying to my older grandson Joey, “Well, you can call me Ray or you can call me Jay or you can call me Ray Jay, but ya doesn’t have to call me Johnson.” Joey started laughing so hard, and made me repeat it a zillion times and he laughed his butt off every time. When we got back home, I looked it up on YouTube to see if that old routine was on there, and there it was. Guess what? It is STILL funny.

I wondered how many people in the bleachers would have had any idea of what I was talking about. Probably just “Chuck and me”, and I’m not sure about Chuck!

CLICK HERE to read GERALD, an old BLOG article about Gerald's variety of nicknames.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You can call me Mona; you can call me Lisa, but you doesn't have to call me La Giaconda!