Nicknames
JUST CALL ME HONEY, DARLIN' OR DON'T CALL ME NOTHIN' AT ALL...
Well, I think this was mentioned before in a previous post, the whole thing about nicknames, but I ran across this story and couldn't resist and thought... hmmmm.... you know, I can just imagine the countless and numerous nicknames that we have for our spouses and respective "others" in our lives. I know I have many and I told PC that it would take me a week to remember all of mine... lol... Read and enjoy and please... feel free to comment to such nicknames that befalls you or your spouse, respective other and or life partner.
My husband was about to walk out the door to go to work. It was a day just about like every other day. I was standing there ready to say goodbye when he kissed me and said, “I’ll see you this evening; have a good day, princess.” Well, ten minutes later, he was long gone, but I was still standing at the back door with my mouth open.
The minute he called me “princess,” I realized that I’d forgotten to put on my tiara that morning. I was afraid the man had gone completely mad or blind—or maybe he rally loves me! I was standing there wearing no makeup, my hair looked like it had just lived through a tornado, and I was wearing the sweat pants with a hole in them. How in the world can a man say goodbye to something looking like that, call it “princess,” and still come home at night. It must be love!
There’s something touching about a six-foot man calling his wife “princess.” he also likes to call me “baby cakes.” I’ve never asked him whether I’m a cinnamon roll or a honey bun, but this one makes me feel as if I should be smeared with butter and placed beside a hot cup of coffee. Then he would have three of his favorite things together.
Like most of you, we have a list of little endearments we call each other. There’s a hidden language that families use. It’s a type of underground love language that most of us take for granted and might be embarrassed for the rest of the world to know about. This hidden language is another one of the threads running through families.
Love just seems to bring out the softy in us. No one can say when this tradition begins; you just wake up one morning calling your wife a new name. And without even thinking about it, she answers to it.
At this point, you’re sitting there grinning from ear to ear, remembering the pet names you have in your family.
Many of us may use the same nicknames, but no one seems to mind if we borrow from each other. The endearment honey tops the list of old standards. It seems as if everyone has borrowed this endearment, and no one seems bothered by the fact that there are probably 189 million honeys in America alone. Why, you add up all the honeys in England, France, and Australia and there’s no telling what the final count would be. It doesn’t matter, when you call your husband or wife “honey,” they know you’re talking to them and to no one else. They know they’re special.
The only time this word isn’t special is when a waitress says, “Can I take your order, honey?” When this happens, you are probably on vacation somewhere in Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Texas, or even Missouri. When a waitress uses this word, it doesn’t mean she loves you. It means she’s being especially friendly and deserves a good tip. Now, if she calls you honey, but forgets what you ordered, she’s blown her tip no matter what she calls you.
The South may have a unique collection of terms of endearment. Some of these may bring a blush to your cheeks. There are dumplin’, baby cakes, sweets, cutie pie, snookums, sugarplum, and shug, which is short for sugar (that’s what you call a nickname within a term of endearment). There are punkin’ puddin’, baby doll, sweetheart, and of course, as already mentioned, honey! These names could make you hungry just thinking about them.
Well, I think this was mentioned before in a previous post, the whole thing about nicknames, but I ran across this story and couldn't resist and thought... hmmmm.... you know, I can just imagine the countless and numerous nicknames that we have for our spouses and respective "others" in our lives. I know I have many and I told PC that it would take me a week to remember all of mine... lol... Read and enjoy and please... feel free to comment to such nicknames that befalls you or your spouse, respective other and or life partner.
My husband was about to walk out the door to go to work. It was a day just about like every other day. I was standing there ready to say goodbye when he kissed me and said, “I’ll see you this evening; have a good day, princess.” Well, ten minutes later, he was long gone, but I was still standing at the back door with my mouth open.
The minute he called me “princess,” I realized that I’d forgotten to put on my tiara that morning. I was afraid the man had gone completely mad or blind—or maybe he rally loves me! I was standing there wearing no makeup, my hair looked like it had just lived through a tornado, and I was wearing the sweat pants with a hole in them. How in the world can a man say goodbye to something looking like that, call it “princess,” and still come home at night. It must be love!
There’s something touching about a six-foot man calling his wife “princess.” he also likes to call me “baby cakes.” I’ve never asked him whether I’m a cinnamon roll or a honey bun, but this one makes me feel as if I should be smeared with butter and placed beside a hot cup of coffee. Then he would have three of his favorite things together.
Like most of you, we have a list of little endearments we call each other. There’s a hidden language that families use. It’s a type of underground love language that most of us take for granted and might be embarrassed for the rest of the world to know about. This hidden language is another one of the threads running through families.
Love just seems to bring out the softy in us. No one can say when this tradition begins; you just wake up one morning calling your wife a new name. And without even thinking about it, she answers to it.
At this point, you’re sitting there grinning from ear to ear, remembering the pet names you have in your family.
Many of us may use the same nicknames, but no one seems to mind if we borrow from each other. The endearment honey tops the list of old standards. It seems as if everyone has borrowed this endearment, and no one seems bothered by the fact that there are probably 189 million honeys in America alone. Why, you add up all the honeys in England, France, and Australia and there’s no telling what the final count would be. It doesn’t matter, when you call your husband or wife “honey,” they know you’re talking to them and to no one else. They know they’re special.
The only time this word isn’t special is when a waitress says, “Can I take your order, honey?” When this happens, you are probably on vacation somewhere in Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Texas, or even Missouri. When a waitress uses this word, it doesn’t mean she loves you. It means she’s being especially friendly and deserves a good tip. Now, if she calls you honey, but forgets what you ordered, she’s blown her tip no matter what she calls you.
The South may have a unique collection of terms of endearment. Some of these may bring a blush to your cheeks. There are dumplin’, baby cakes, sweets, cutie pie, snookums, sugarplum, and shug, which is short for sugar (that’s what you call a nickname within a term of endearment). There are punkin’ puddin’, baby doll, sweetheart, and of course, as already mentioned, honey! These names could make you hungry just thinking about them.
previously used picture but well enjoyed...
P.S.
Nicknames befallen on me: Sugar Cat (long story), La Problema, El Limpero, there are more, but I can't seem to remember them all, PC will have to help with that one... lol
My dad use to call me "CHIVA" spanish for Little Goat, I don't know if it was because I was just so small then or because I use to eat everything in site... I'd like to think it was because of my size!! I still get called that from time to time.
I won't even begin to tell you all what my boys nicknamed their sister!!! LMAO!!!
posted by a faith bigger than fear at Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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