This week's Fun Monday is hosted by Nikki at My Husband Calls Me Weird. She wants to know:
1.) I don't know about you, but my family is great at creating strange words that only we know the meaning. Some were created when the kids were first learning to talk, others came about when our tongues were twisted and the word came out funny. Either way, the words stuck and we still use them in our daily conversations. What created words does your family use?! Please share the story behind the word if you remember. If you don't have a made up word then tell us about the unspoken way you communicate with someone. Do you and your significant other have a look that means "This party is boring, lets split" or do you have a look that your kids know means their butt is in serious trouble? Please share!! And a picture of the look would be very entertaining!
2.) In honor of St. Paddy's Day, please share your worst green beer story!
So, first things first! My family hasn't really made up any words per se, but we do have invisible friends that my mother, brother and I still see occasionally. The most notable of these is "Chookamala." Or sometimes we call him Chookie. Chookie first appeared as my mom was driving us to school. She was the only one who ever saw him at first, it would go something like this:
"Look! There's Chookie!! Look, or you'll miss him!"
"Chookamala??? I haven't seen him yet, where? WHERE??
"Over there, behind that tree."
"Zack, do you see him? I can't see him!"
"No, where, Mom, WHERE???"
"Over th--- oh, he's gone now, you missed him. But he says hello, and be good at school!"
My brother, being the older and wiser one, eventually caught sight of him and would play along with my mom. This frustrated me to no end, because I just wanted to see what Chookamala looked like. He was a HE, he could be my future husband for all I knew. It wasn't until middle school that I caught on to Chookie. I could see him then.
To this day, my brother and I still get stocking stuffers from Chookamala at Christmas. I think we always will.
As for green beer, I never really was one to partake in green beer because the thought of ingesting that much food coloring kind of grossed me out. However, I will always remember one green beer infused party at my alma mater, UGA. I was invited by a friend of the hostesses, and I only went because it was my only option for St. Patty's. I was not fond (AT ALL) of the two hostesses. But, I went, and I had some green beer and I made the best of it. I think I may have gotten an Irish kiss or two. And then. THEN! the clock struck two AM and the hostesses informed EVERY party goer that they had to either drunk drive home, or sit quietly outside until they could drive home. It was like bar, when they turn on the lights and the managers start walking around and taking your drinks. It was just go home, you can not be here. Seriously, who hosts a party, invites oodles of friends, and then sends them home drunk?? At least have the courtesy to call a few cabs before being an ass.
Can you tell I'm still not over that? And for the record, I did not drunk drive home, I managed to sweet talk a sober party goer into a ride home.