OK, several have expressed interest in the term "poo poo lagoon." I can tell you where that comes from.
When I was a kid, I was best friends with a girl named "Jackie," and we had the best time ever. She was an only child, and had the coolest stuff. The whole basement of her house was her playhouse, and appliance boxes made up walls, doors, and even had cut-outs for windows. There were cabinets with real food cans (carefully washed out by her mom) and dolls for babies, etc. She loved my house because of the "country" life and 4-wheelers, etc.
Her father was the minister at the local Baptist church. His wife was, I think, from the Philippines. She was fun and funny and SOOO cool. However, she had a tendency to mix up words, and make up her own terms when necessary.
Just South of town is a water treatment plant. Yes, that's where things go when we flush. Ewww. I guess, one day, she commented to her preacher husband that it was a very pretty little pond. He laughed and explained what it really was. Because of her great sense of humor, and her ability to laugh at her own mistakes, she shared this story with us one night. In the telling of the tale, she lost the words for what that "pond" was, and she finally gave up and said, "you know, a POO POO LAGOON!"
It's just one of those things that sticks with you forever. My girls now call it a poo poo lagoon, because that's what I've always told them. When you finally get to the exit of Grammy's town, that's how the girls know we're 2 minutes away. They scream "poo poo lagoon!!!" from the back seat.
Yeah, we have other odd terms in this house, and all havea story behind them. Jim's drill Sergeant gave us "Terrible Damn Thing!" and Brett gave us "don't want none!" from a young age. We say, "panty butt" when we mean that we're wearing a T-shirt and panties to sleep in, and "kid beer" is IBC root beer.
I'm sure you have these weird phrases in your family, and I'd love to hear them, and their stories. If not, I guess I just have to accept that my family is weird. I already know that, so don't give me further proof, ok?
5 comments:
Right story, wrong preacher. I think Rev. Mitchum followed Jackie's dad. His wife, Griselle, gave you the term "poo-poo lagoon".
Oh, I was there to visit at 4:30. Nobody was home.
off the top of my head, I can only think of one. "Chippy dips" My daughter liked chips and dip when she was three and thats what she called them. We still do.
That's a great story!! I bet she never thought that her legacy in life to be remembered by would be "Poo poo lagoon!!" LOL! I love it!
Pam
Great story. I'm glad that was the only reason you called it that! LOL
June
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