Nicknames

Growing up a Straughn, Meant you had to have a nickname. Mine came before I was released from the hospital Tiny Straughn, Yeppers. It stuck too! To this day I am called Tiny. Even when I tipped the old scales at 200. I was still Tiny to my family! I am sure when I was at my highest weight and told people my nickname they thought wrong RABBIT this girl can't have that nickaname! Truly funny how we get our nicknames. My fathers nickname stuck with him all of his life by his family also. Teet Straughn. That's TEET, and it was because as a small child he was always saying I want something to teet! (eat) So there you have it Lil Mr Teet is now 84 years old and still got his mouth flaping open wide ready for something good to TEET! My oldest sister Pati's nickname was "Skin". Little Skinny Grill. That she got from Father Dearest! Because she was petite and a slim jim skinny minny till she married and started having babies, Like the rest of us girls. But not my sister Mary. Mary is the proud mother of 2 girls and 4 boys, Her nick name was bloomers Jane. Or Filthy Bloomers Jane. Seriously, she loved to play in the dirt and get her diapers filthy so the name came and stuck. Mary never has had a weight problem, she and my late Aunt Jackie always have maintained healthy slim figures. That Father of ours! He is actually the funniest man I have ever known. No one on television could hold a candle to this man. My goodness if he ever went into show business we would have been billionaires on his wit and comedian acts alone! He's still at it today with his story tellings, joking and pranks. I guess that's where I got my since of humor from. There is no barriers he and I don't cross when in a room together, He'll get it started and like 2 kids my Mother is yelling at he and I to stop it, you two stop it! The stuff we come up with I can't even repeat on this blog, because even as Christians it is quite colorful, I am sure God understands. We just like to have fun, and laughter is the BEST MEDICINE and it doesn't cost a dime!

Just the other day Father Dearest Teet was hunting in his own yard. Yes, right in Country Club Acres he called his two hunting dogs out Spec and Teri and first he thought he was going to shoot him a squirrel in the yard and train the young puppy how to retrieve the squirrel. Well as he got on the back side of there lot, he spy's a Giant BUZZARD coming straight for him. Self defense Jed Clampant has no choice but to point his 12 gauge up at that bird, that he says had 4 foot wing span, and Kaboom he lets it have it and he turns back around to watch it fall and that sucker is coming right at him and he swears if it would have hit him it would have killed him. This is just another day being TEET. I went hunting one time with him and he had this big satchel he wore over his shoulder, he wore it draping on his back. After he would kill a squirrel he would put the squirrel in the bag. On this particular hunting trip, the bag was growing full. I was having fun and he having even more FUN! All of a sudden I look and see a live squirrel crawling out of the bag on to his shoulder. My eyes are like saucers and I can hardly speak. Daaaaaaaaadddy, What he snarls, as he already is trying to beat his squirrel killing record. I said there is a live squirrel on your shoulder. It was so funny. I remember almost or maybe even peeing in my pants. He hit that sucker with butt of his 12 gauge and then retrieved it from the ground and back in the satchel it went. He said, I feel them wiggling in that bag all the time, but usually they quit and die. But not that one! He had other ideas, Like biting Daddy's ear or something!!

Many years ago, I was probably 18 years old. My father Mr. Teet was gone out of town on business with his job. Well, Lil Tiny (me) and Mama Lucille went to bed as usual and about 2:00 a.m. I get awoken by gun shots. I flew in to my mothers room, and to my shock NO MAMA to be found. I am scared to death now. Then shots ring out again! I am shaking in my boots and I am not even wearing any! I start running in circles and decide I best find my Mama and where these shots are coming from. I look out my window and see my Mother with the Moon shinning down on her under a big oak tree holding the 12 gauge shot gun. I fly out the front entrance door and say what in the world are you doing! Mama said I got tired of listening to that darned WHOOT OWL, so I decided to scare him. She had blown the top off that tree! I finally convinced her to come in and leave nature alone for that night! Oh the stories I could tell on Teet and Sweet Mama!