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Hogface Inspired


I have this friend who blogged about her term of endearment...hogface. The story goes there was a special kid calling everyone hogface...a guy told him that people don't really like to be called hogface...so the kid went back to the kids he called hogface and said..."I'm sorry. sorry. sorry. still friends. still friends, hogface." And it was totally out of love from him, ya know?! So I started thinking about what I call people...

I probably call Will, my 4 year old, the most petnames. I call him anything from Babies to Stinky to Punk. It really depends on what he is doing at the time or why I am calling him. For instance, yesterday he yells "I'm DONE!" from the bathroom aka wipe my butt mawmaw...Stinky. Also, later yesterday I hear him terrorizing the cats and said stop it...Punk. Then lastnight after I got home late from church and he was supposed to be fast asleep; I went to tuck him in and said goodnight...Snugglebuns.

Then there is my niece Maggie. She likes Stinkerpants, Brat-ski and daBawbies; I can tell. Or I tend to say her real name in many different forms and voices and volumes. She yikes it. Then my stepdaughter...I call her Em (saying Emily sounds too formal for me). My mom, who was at one point Mamasanti, usually gets "mommy" said very loud, fast and abbruptly :) She enjoys that as well when she answers the phone at work and isn't expecting it and it bursts her eardrum. My stepdad Ken gets called Klen...no idea. My sister went from Kenra to Kenj and I'm not real sure how that came to be but I likey...this also brought about calling our friend Kaylynn, Kayj. My friend Stacey will occationally get "Stacia Miss Stacey if you're nasty" if the situation fits. My cousin Rachel gets called Ray-CHO, which is how Will said it first. My grandma who is slightly lez-ba-neze gets called PapaNana to hightlight both of the sexes she's representin'! And certain people just get a title like "neighbor Steve" or "church friend whoever." My mother-in-law, Diane, doesn't know it, but I like to call her Lady Di behind her back.

And my husband gets "Boobs." This actually isn't a great story so I'll just say this was morphed over the years into Boobs. I believe it comes from certain cultures calling their lovers "boo" and one night I just said it...I think. Either way, I like this but he sometimes gets embarrassed by it when I yell Boobs in public like it's just his real name, in front of any and everyone :) Oh and we started this marriage group/class at church and the first night the leader told us to put our petnames on our nametags and Brian glared at me in crimson red (and he didn't follow these instructions either). LOL haha

Some names I've been called, besides the usual rude and crude names that frequent me for some reason...Brian usually calls me "Sex." Will calls me "Mawmaw." Kendra calls me "Jenj." Maggie is not saying Auntie Jenn yet but is trying to say something that resembles "Jhinnnn." Back in the day my nickname was Digger...b/c I apparently picked my butt a lot and, I have to say, being a catcher in softball tends to give one lots-o-wedgies. As a young fair maiden I was called "Devil child" by my aunt Rosie...totally not true :) I can't think of anymore at the moment...I've been up 4 hours BEFORE my alarm went off...4am...so give me a break, would ya...geeezzzsssccchhh, Hogface!

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