I was itching to get another tattoo so I decided to get one that represented my nickname at the time. Immediately I reverted back to thoughts of the Winnie the Pooh tattoo that I had wanted last time (See this post here for the story on that) so off I went. Scouring the wall of selections, again there was no Winnie the Pooh. DAMN. However…………..there was a little tiny little Teddy Bear, Garfield’s Teddy Bear ‘Pookie’ to be exact. DONE DEAL!!!!
“This was long before calling us big, burly, hairy, gay guys ‘Bears’ was a thing…”
Fun Fact: Some of the girls from back in the day STILL call me ‘Ter Bear’ and ‘Bear’ (Denise & Lara) but unfortunately a new nickname evolved that haunts me. ‘Poopie’ is how it started, but then changed to ‘Pooper’ and just plain old ‘Poop’ (Heather). This came from back when my daughter’s Mothers were first dating. They were all over each other no matter where we were so I used to bitch and moan and call them ‘Shmoopie’ & ‘Whoopie’ ala that Seinfeld episode (you’re Shmoopie….no YOU’RE Shmoopie…..UGH). So they said ‘Well then what is your name?” and I replied JOKINGLY “I am just plain old ‘Poopie” *shrug* *shuffle feet*, and now I can’t get rid of it. All my text messages from them start with “Hey Poop….” UGH Lesbians….. *eye roll*