I'm not too crazy about being called Hopeless or Hope the dope. My dad used to tease me by calling me, Hopey Dopey. I'm not particularly fond of being called Hopester Hampster, either.
My grandfather still calls me his "petite chouette." That's Canadian French for "tiny cabbage." It's OK when he does it, but anyone else gets their head removed and handed back to them!! I think that's it . . . I never really let anyone change my name around -- I was very touchy about it as a kid. Don't know why.