Thursday, July 01, 2010

Uncovering Childhood Memories

We were at my dad and step-mom's house for dinner last night.  Our niece Abby played a little joke on my dad and he said, "Oh, you..."  I really expected him to finish the sentence with "Puke Chunk."  Puke Chunk?!  What the hell?!

Then I realized my dad used to call me PUKE CHUNK when I was little and would give him a hard time.  As we all laughed hysterically at my recollection, he admitted that indeed that was one of his pet names for me.  Talk about a repressed childhood memory.  But, luckily for me, last night was the first time I wrapped my head around just how GROSS that phrase is.  When I was a kid, I just thought it was a term of endearment.

I feel like so many questions have been answered all of a sudden.  And, I feel like maybe my dad owes a few coins to the therapy fund himself!

Here I am with my big sister, Brandy.
Daddy's little "Puke Chunk".


Hill Country Happenings said...

My father called me poot or big bird - not nice at all as I was extremely tall and well poot - really thanks dad

Ali said...

nicole - we should start a support group.

Hill Country Happenings said...

I have the right degrees for it - counseling - hmmm - but I think the best I can do is make sure Ash has just as much anguish and embarrassment as I had and the cycle will continue to flourish!

Ali said...

EXCELLENT plan. i'm in.

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