<p>bulletpima–I believe the usual acronymn is PITA–pain in the @$$ :)</p>
<p>I went to see the gaping hole in the house last night. It’s HUGE! And in their basement, while it’s cleaned up, there are still tiny shards of crashed porcelain all over. I can’t believe they can fix this for $30K. I’ll bet they wind up closer to $40K.</p>
<p>Yes, Bullet, this is much more fun that the poli threads where everyone “noogers” all the time.</p>
<p>NOOGER: I coined this word. It does not rhyme with booger, but with Luger. It is a verb “To Nooger”. That means whine, be a general PITA, completely selfish boor. I first applied it to DD, whom we still call Nooger, or Noogie, or even… The Nooger. Even my mother, with Alzheimers, still calls D Noogie. It can also be a noun: You are such a nooger. So far, this is THE word in our small and shrinking homeschool community (kids all in college so only us ol’ moms and dads left). I live with a whole household full of noogers, plus nooger dogs. :^)</p>
<p>fencersmother, is “nooger” etymologically related to “nudge”/“noodge”?</p>
<p>My mother’s word for nooger was “scootch”.</p>
<p>fencersmother: Like a kvetch, only moreso?</p>
<p>We have a catch-all made up word in my family too. It was derived from a random name in the movie “Shaft.” The word is “Skloot.” </p>
<p>It began as the fake name I provided as the “breed” of our mongrel dog when our kids (who were in grammar school at the time) insisted on knowing what breed she was… So, to amuse my husband, I said: “Kids, she’s a domestic short-haired Skloot.” </p>
<p>It took hold when D went to school the next day and told her friends that this was the official breed of our dog. Several of them later made comments about it when at our house, a la “We have a Wheaten Terrier, but I like Skloots too.” It was so amusing we didn’t reveal the joke for quite a while. (Kids are so literal!)</p>
<p>From there (thanks to all the incredibly stupid, in-the-way, sweet-but-bumbling associations provided by said dog) the word gradually came to describe all doofusey, lame, slacker-esque activities/people noted by our family-- primarily applied to family members themselves.</p>
<p>Doofusy? Well, now we’re getting close to appellations often used in our family: airhead, zipperhead… :D</p>
<p>With 2 dancing Ds in the family, we have an odd one - if something is really really sketchy, it’s sketch-ball-change.</p>
<p>mommusic,</p>
<p>I don’t want to sound like I’m noogering 
, but it’s my pet name for my darling wife, so it’s Pain in MY … (PIMA). Don’t worry, the short story is she was mad at me for being anal about somethig and screamed at me “I’m going to call you anal!” To which I angerily replied, “Well, you’re such a pain in my …, I’m going to call you PIMA”. We couldn’t keep a straight face after that! Both rolling on the floor laughing, forgetting what we were fighting about. So the name stuck.</p>
<p>My name (Bullet)? Just my call sign. Do something stupid as a Lt, and you wind up with a tag for the rest of yor career…</p>
<p>More annoying than nudge - and yes, moreso than kvetch. Nooger - it’s a good word for us.</p>
<p>OK, open the bottles friends. Today, my sewer line backed up into my basement. One plumber (dang! Why didn’t I marry one of those?), 3 gallons of bleach, and one grossed-out family later… we’re having pizza for dinner. Plumber found a softball blocking the drain right at the road. A softball? HELLO! We’re FENCERS! </p>
<p>Cheers.</p>
<p>Bullet: you are such a fast learner on those new vocab words!</p>
<p>^^Some skloot probably let one roll into the gutter.</p>
<p>Of course, fencermom, the fumes from a blocked sewer line could explain your families “illness” a few days ago. Fortunately, I opened this thread back up well after I’ve already eaten dinner, or I think I would have just stayed hungry all night long. Well, at least it wasn’t a ferret or long-lost hamster clogging your drain…</p>
<p>After reading all the plumbing tragedies on this thread, I second the “shoulda been a plumber” motion…</p>
<p>fencerfamily’s Bleach Escapades outpace jmfamily’s Bleach Escapades by about a mile.</p>
<p>Clorox-tinis on me, all around.</p>
<p>Might be a good idea, fencermom, to stick an epee into those drains every now and then. You know, find any alien softballs before they wreak havoc. Customized preventive maintenance routine.</p>
<p>Fencersmother – it could’ve been worse. At least you don’t have The Blobl</p>
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<p>Ick!!! ^^^^^</p>
<p>OK, that blob thing just turned my stomach. RAGS? Who puts rags in a drain? </p>
<p>Had we been able to reach the clog with an epee, we could have poked that stupid ball - “Death! By a thousand cuts!” - and cleared the drain ourselves. Drat! Drat! There is no fairness in the dark world of subterranean plumbing.</p>
<p>Hmmm, I never thought about our great stomach upset of last week being related to the blocked sewer. I doubt it though - it seemed to be accompanied by sore throat/fever/muscle aches… all the good stuff, not just the tummy. I’ll consult my new best friend, the plumber, though, and see what he thinks.</p>
<p>“There is no fairness in the dark world of subterranean plumbing.” </p>
<p>True that. Plumbers hold all the Aces, which they will gladly exchange for a specified number of Ben Franklins. And if things are bad enough, you are glad to pay. Gaa.</p>
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Is somebody making fun of my cooking again???</p>
<p>Oh, please – who among us has ever cleaned a dorm bathroom and lived to talk about it? Aye, mateys, I did. I seen worse than the blob…a lot worse. :eek:</p>