I like making words up. While I adore the English language, sure tis’ true I make a living from using words ad finitum, there are some – words that is – that just don’t cut it for me.
Feet being one of them.
So I stopped calling them feet years ago. In my world and therefore in the H house, feet have been renamed cheesers. Why? Well when a little bit on the ripe side, feet often smell like cheese, smelly cheese that is. So hence, feet are cheesers. Makes perfect sense doesn’t it? And at the mere mention of smelly cheesers in our house, all little H’s will explode with laughter.
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If you are acting a little silly in our house, expect to be called a Loola. I like both the word loon and lunatic and also like the lyrical sound of la la and so I suppose Loola is a combination of those.
Amelia often chases her little brother up and down our hall shouting, “Nate, come here your loola!” Again cue much explosions of laughter.
And while I’ve always been aware that I have a tendency to make my own words up, it is through listening to Amelia that I’ve become aware that I may use certain phrases and words a lot.
Because as Mr H pointed out to me last night when Amelia dramatically shouted, “Oh my giddy aunt!” she copies every single word I say.
One of her favourites words to throw into conversations lately is ‘ridiculous’. She recently told Mr H and I that she couldn’t go to bed because her bed was too ridiculous. Nice try in fairness. I suppose its fair to say that I bandie that word about a bit. But in my defence I seem to come across a lot of ridiculous things and people every day!
Another phrase that I know I write too much and certainly say too much is Oh My God! But I’m not alone in that, cos’ us Irish have taken to that particular phrase like a pig to sh….. Well you know.
I actually poked a little fun at myself in my play recently, about my flagrant overuse of the OMG’s. I had one of the characters get teased about her fondness for the phrase, with a cushion lobbed at her for good measure. I don’t recommend anyone else lobbing cushions at ME now should you hear me using the phrase, because quite frankly that would be ridiculous!
I’ll have to share a story about Amelia aka Mini Me and the OMG’s that might make you smile.
We were staying in the Aherlow Lodges last week and at bedtime Amelia found a copy of The Holy Bible in a bedside locker. The following conversation ensued.
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“Mummy, what’s this book about?” Amelia demands excitedly.
“It’s all about God.” I reply piously.
“Really?” She replies excitedly. “It’s about Oh My God? Wow.”
“Just God.” I correct her quickly, having a quick sketch around in case anyone heard my heathen of a daughter.
“What’s Oh My God doing in this story book?” Amelia ploughs on flicking through the bible with less and less interest as there are no pictures to entertain her. “What does Oh My God look like?”
And what did I think as I realised that my overuse of the phrase Oh My God has caused my daughter to think Gods full title is actually Oh My God?
I only fecking thought, Oh My God!
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