tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35507576.post5374072835433468201..comments2023-09-28T06:41:43.408-05:00Comments on Fairly Odd Mother: No More WordsFairly Odd Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35507576.post-11809699407919785952007-02-20T11:25:00.000-05:002007-02-20T11:25:00.000-05:00Totally with you on the Noun thing. We have specia...Totally with you on the Noun thing. We have special names for our no-name things: Thinga-ma-jigger, Ma-jigger, and Whatchamathinger. In our family we are MUCH closer to telepathy using this method. occasionally we will use a helpful describing word..such as<B>blue</B>majigger.. I figure when I am old and senile, these may be the only words I am still using. LOLDysd Housewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14077162339556483424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35507576.post-45674378762313860972007-02-20T02:52:00.000-05:002007-02-20T02:52:00.000-05:00Cute shirt. In our family those vague words were a...Cute shirt. In our family those vague words were always influenced by the speaker's country of origin. Where my American-born parents or grandmother might ask for something from the "whatchamacallit" or the "thingie", my Hungarian grandmother always said "hodjucallit". It took me ages as a child to figure out that in Hungarian the phrase must be *how* do you call this rather than *what* do you call this, hence, hodjucallit. Funny what things stay with you. My grandmother's been gone for 25 years already...Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02409530202277375625noreply@blogger.com