I'd like to tell y'all where my name, Aunt Crazy, came from. When my nephew, K, who is now 9-1/2 years old, was about 3 or 4, he couldn't pronounce my real name and when he called out to me across the deer lease, it came out sounding just like CRAZY. Uncle Bubba could NOT let that go y'all. He declared to everyone who would listen that small children are incapable of lying and know the true personalities of people and named me Aunt Crazy for all the world to know. My nephew quickly learned how to pronounce my real name and NEVER EVER called me Aunt Crazy, BUT, my grown nieces and nephews started calling me that and still call me that and are now teaching their children to call me Aunt Crazy. It's funny and we joke about it and when I call them, their cell phones ring that Buckcherry song, Crazy Bitch...HAHAHAHA!!!
I don't know what's worse, the fact that I answer to Aunt Crazy or that I constantly refer to myself as Aunt Crazy!!!