What? My Name Is…

As I mentioned here 2014 will be the year of bloggers, for bloggers. Influenced by this, and dedicated to Lauren at Tales of a Charm City Chick, please enjoy the following. 

La La is one funny gal. If I want a quick little pick-me-up I turn to Facebook or Twitter to see what kind of shenanigans her, and maybe her boss, are up to. She likes sports (yay sports!) and can tell which wine best suits which particular brand of pizza. I was disappointing when I found out that she couldn’t make it to Blogger Interactive this past year, but I’m sure we’ll have plenty of other chances to connect.

Isn't she adorable.
Isn’t she adorable?

And now, back to the embarrassment!

I have a nick name, other than BroJo. This nick name became a little embarrassing after I was baptized. I was reminded of it this weekend while my brother and his family visited.

“Hey P.D.!”

“What’s up Pedro!”

“See ya later Uncle P.D.”

During high school I drove an 1988 Lincoln Town Car. It was midnight blue, all leather interior and completely electric. To this day it’s still my most favorite car. So many things happened while I had that car, but those are for another time. About two weeks after high school graduation I started an office job. (One that I would have for about twelve years) It didn’t take long for everyone to notice my car. It was big enough I could load up five or six of us and we would head to lunch, about once a week. A few months after I started the guys were talking about how “Pimpin” my car was, and the beginnings of a new nick name were born. It started out as “Pimp Daddy Jon” and quickly moved to “P.D.J.” A few short weeks later it became just “P.D.” Over the years it’s morphed to “Petey”, “Peedro”, “Pedro”, “Peadger” and many, many more. The name makes sense, and was/is a bit ironic, which makes it stick I think. It’s not so embarrassing, until you’re introduced to a certain group of people by that name.

When I started meeting with the missionaries my brother introduced me to them as P.D. because of this they introduced me to other members by the same. This lead to me being called P.D. in Church during Sunday School. That was a bit embarrassing for me. I’m away from home, not around anyone who knows me by that name anymore, so I really don’t have to worry about it… unless they happen to read this post.

Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. ~ 2 Timothy 2: 15


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**Title taken from Eminem song “My Name Is”

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23 thoughts on “What? My Name Is…

  1. Nicknames never quite turn out the way we want them to sometimes LOL.
    Great post and feature this week! 🙂

  2. Pimp Daddy Jon! This made my morning. Thank you so much. That story is hilarious and at the next Blogger Interactive I can get to, I’ll call you P.D. the whole time. 🙂

    1. PS – Cracking up at the tags here!! Never again will we see Second Epistle to Timothy, pimp daddy, Eminem and Charm City Chick in one spot.

  3. To this day, there are still people that refer to me by two of the three nicknames I’ve had that stuck (out of a few hundred. 1/3 of which are repeatable in polite company.)
    Those nicknames always remind me of certain people and times in my life, and I’m glad to carry those memories around.

    Love the “hihowyadoin” intro to LaLa!

  4. Jon, LOVE La La. And from now on, I will address you as PD or do you prefer Pedro? How about just Ped? Kidding, of course, unless you want to addressed this way. Not only is it a cool nickname, but you have a great story behind it. That’s the best.

  5. Jon, tell your churchmates that P.D. stands for “Priesthood Dude”. It’s a fib, but it’ll fit, and then you can tell the people who are truly chilly mellow what it stood for back in the day. If you do it right, more people will know “Priesthood Dude” than “Pimp Daddy”.

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