Your family's made-up words/phrases

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Teh TV remote control is called a Pooka in our digs. Apparently, when SWMBO was a wee child, her family had one of the first remotes that operated on a sound. She says that when you pressed the button down and then released it, the device made a two-toned sound that resembled someone saying “Poo-ka”.

And my mother’s favorite exclamation of dismay, to this day, is (spoken in an exasperated tone), “Jesus Christ in a rowboat!” Now, I know that Jesus Christ is on a crutch, but I never have had the nerve to ask her how he got into the rowboat with a broken leg. :stuck_out_tongue:

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Supposedly my twin brother and I practically had our own secret language when we were little. My parents remember it better than I do. Evidently, we called our parents “the Lambchops”. My mom was “the Good Lambchop” and my dad was “the Bad Lambchop.” I think it might have come from a pair of matching t-shirts they had with pictures of sheep on them, but I’m not quite sure how we decided that one was good and one was bad.

Actually, we have a lot of funny names for each other in my family. When we were kids my parents always called my younger brother “the Boot”, which I think came from the fact that when he was learning to walk he would carry little booties in his hands for balance. My twin brother was “Cake”, for reasons I don’t know. My brothers and I also called each other “Mister” followed by our first name, “Mr. Tim”, etc. I think my mom started this, but my younger brother and I still do it.

My dad also still refers to my brothers and me as “the Bukers” (pronounced “Byoo-curs” – I’m not sure of the spelling.) Before my twin and I were born (we’re the oldest), my parents made a huge list of possible names, and just for laughs my dad would suggest obscure names he had heard that he knew my mom would hate. Buker was his favorite – possibly because she hated it the most. This is the same guy who repeatedly swore we had an older brother “Robert” who had been eaten by the boogeyman. And he wonders how he got to be the bad lambchop. :smiley:

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We actually have several Family Words.

A few that come to mind immediately:

“Circle and a Recipe” Is what my daughter calls her nightly blessings. It Stuck and now that’s what we call it.

“Cheemama” is cheese of any kind. again coined by my daughter, when she woudl frequently ask, can I have some Cheese mama? The two words quickly became one and it caught on. Even my sisters family strated saying it after we went to see them over the holidays one year. However lately we seem to be growing out of that one.

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(Arriving out of breath after a mad dash into the thread…)

Hello? (hello… ello…)

Well, in case anbody comes back, I’ll leave a few of mine.

My brother is deaf, and so we had a lot of “family code”, usually based on words he would mispronounce. Not meant to be mean or anything. Like he/we would say coop-eration for co-operation. It’s hard to remember everything, becasue we still use most of them without thinking much about it.

In our house, if somebody was nekkid or something, the phase was “I can see your WOAH!”

This one time my mom was making BBQ chicken on the stove. I was about 5. I looked in the pot and told her that the sauce must be the “Tuckey”. “:confused:” she said, “The Tuckey?” To me it was quite obvious what she was making: “Tuckey Fried Chicken”.

Me and my brother made up a game called “Buh-buh-buh-buh AH!” (with a short A sound, like in “cat”). This game consisted of us sitting in the back of the car, rythmically chanting “Buh-buh-buh-buh AH!” over and over again. On each AH!, we would try to elbow each other a little bit harder then the previous time. Oh yeah, we were a riot on long road trips. Sometimes we still dust of the ol’ elbows and play a round, usually somewhere completely inapropriate, like at a funeral or wedding.

My sister played with this kid Alec when she was 3. Alec loved trains, especially those of the Thomas the Tank Engine persuasion. His favorite was called “Din-din Duggis” for Engine Douglass.

For some reason, my daughter made up a monster to scare her little brother. The beast is called the “Aisha” and I am told it is quite spooky.

When my son was younger, he was quite afraid of Count Chocula. He described seeing his spooky visage at the store, and it took me several minutes of listening to him intently explaining it for me to realize who he was talking about. From then on, every vampire was “Chocula”. When we went to the local amusment park, they had some haunted house type rides, and my son absolutely refused to go near one of them, which he called the “Chocula House”. For a while, even, I could invoke the threat of “Chocula” to get them to stay in bed. “Do I need to get Chocula out, or are you going to STAY IN BED?!?”

And, that’s all for now.

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**Nasal Jet Wash **:

When your sleeping partner’s nasal breathing is on you and driving you nuts when you are trying to sleep.