I need to record this for posterior's sake.
We have a great family tradition of calling things by names other than those truly assigned to them. This all started with my blessed Yo Mama, who I remember called McDonalds "the Big Mac" ("Do you want to go to the Big Mac?") and who called poop "Chookie." Actually, this may harken back a generation even further, as the G-Woman 100 calls that place with the chicken sandwiches "Chick-a-fill." And of course, in good Texus style, naked is nekked.
Thankfully, I married into a family who does the same. Thus, my rabbit "Jordan" was called "Rex" and my precious Poo-Poo TuTu daughter will respond to "Goozie," "Magoo," "Sukie," and "Girlfriend." So in the spirit of my beloved sister, whose name continues to evolve with each visit to her home out there in Wild West Texus, I needed to record what we currently call her:
Aunt ChocoFiberCookieSugarPacket
Now I can look back, years from now, so that when we are calling her Aunt BuyMeSomeBeerAndSneakMeTheKeysToDadsCar, we can remember how it used to be in the olden days.
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Our family does the same thing with "evolving" names. My brother's name went from "Pig" to "Doodie". Many people ask me why I call him that. I hate to answer, but it started out as dookie and was turned into doodie. LOL! So, you guys are not alone with the name changes. :)
P.S. I also hate to mention that I am 31 and he just turned 37. So you can just imagine when people overhear one of our conversations. LOL!
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