Crack-Up Kid

I can clearly remember the day over 30 years ago when I announced at that dinner table that some of the kids in grade school referred to me as the "Crack-up Kid" because of my witty personality. This turned out to be exactly the kind of ammunition my brothers were hoping to hear.  They instantly clued in on this and started using the hard earned title of "Crack-up Kid" in vain.  It didn't take long before an innocent moniker among friends turned into tedious ridicule from my siblings.  In fact, even today, it is not uncommon for my brothers to enjoy a little chortle at the Crack-up Kids expense.

I have only had a few other nicknames over the years.  In High School there was a small contingent who referred to me as Scooter - after the glasses wearing Muppet character.  Also during that time we had occasion to video tape a few "raps" that my friends and I wrote.  I often referred to myself in those raps as "Master G".  Funny how that name never stuck.  During my mission in Italy many of the teenagers didn't like referring to the missionaries as Anziano (Elder) so they were always trying to find out our first names.  However, the mission didn't want us to give out our first names.  So I took the middle ground and told them my first name was Fletch (after one of my favorite movies at the time).  At work I often find myself in the company of several other people named Steve so about 15 years ago when I worked for Hughes Aircraft in Denver I sometimes referred to myself as StevieG to help avoid confusion.  That name has probably gained more traction than any other.

Now you know the rest of the story behind the name of this blog... Giddy Up, StevieG  or should I say... Giddy Up, Crack-up Kid!