Here's the Story... of a Lovely Loogey...
*giggle giggle snort giggle*
That was the sound from my cubicle this afternoon, and there's quite a story behind it. A story that I suspect will make more than a few people shake their heads in disgust and then turn away from me. But then again, who really needs friends who turn away from you in moments of embarrassment? I say, love me, love my loogeys.
For those of you who don't know what a loogey is, it's kind of hard to define. Coworkers looking for an explanation of my giggles universally responded, "Huh?" when I told them about the loogey conversation between my sister and I... followed by "ewwwwwwwwww, gross!!!" when I explained it in the only way I knew how: by creating the sound effect of someone hocking up a really good one. And if the phrase "hocking up a really good one" doesn't paint the picture, then maybe this definition from the Urban Dictionary will:
LOOGEY:
A blob of snot. lung butter. Yellow Jello. An oyster. An unidentifiable mass of goo of probably disgusting origins. A chewy substance that is difficult to swallow. A throat rocket.
A loogey in your Big Mac can spoil your day.
http://loogey.urbanup.com/1151961
Do we have a clear picture here? And "clear" is, I suppose, what brought up the conversation. My much-awaited trip to Colorado looms on the horizon, and in response to something I sent her in an e mail, she alluded to the short amount of time before the kids and I head-'em-up, move-'em-out, ride-'em'-n, etc. etc. I responded that I was so excited I could spit. And then I had to bring up the loogey.
Well, not really bring it up.. just mention it... a loogey from long, long ago. I can't even recall the context, other than that it must have been her senior year in high school, as she was driving me to school in her gorgeous 67 Camaro, The Edge. (We name cars in our family; my 69 Mustang was "Piranha.") So anywho, I was then - as I am now- prone to allergies. In the middle of a conversation, I suddenly reared back and let loose with a rather loud sneeze, after which I felt remarkably clear. Somehow, and I have no idea how, I failed to see (literally) what my sister got so freaked out about. Turns out I had indeed spewed a giant snot clot right onto her windshield. The incident itself really wasn't that big a deal, at least not to me (though I hear that Windex shares went up three points that day), but it has lived on in family lore for oh these many years. And so when I mentioned loogeys, my sister and I began an e mail volley that kept me in snorts and giggles for the remainder of my workday - and afforded my coworkers the opportunity to go "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, gross!!!"
Now. Aren't you glad I shared? (And Chelle, feel free to add in details...)
That was the sound from my cubicle this afternoon, and there's quite a story behind it. A story that I suspect will make more than a few people shake their heads in disgust and then turn away from me. But then again, who really needs friends who turn away from you in moments of embarrassment? I say, love me, love my loogeys.
For those of you who don't know what a loogey is, it's kind of hard to define. Coworkers looking for an explanation of my giggles universally responded, "Huh?" when I told them about the loogey conversation between my sister and I... followed by "ewwwwwwwwww, gross!!!" when I explained it in the only way I knew how: by creating the sound effect of someone hocking up a really good one. And if the phrase "hocking up a really good one" doesn't paint the picture, then maybe this definition from the Urban Dictionary will:
LOOGEY:
A blob of snot. lung butter. Yellow Jello. An oyster. An unidentifiable mass of goo of probably disgusting origins. A chewy substance that is difficult to swallow. A throat rocket.
A loogey in your Big Mac can spoil your day.
http://loogey.urbanup.com/1151961
Do we have a clear picture here? And "clear" is, I suppose, what brought up the conversation. My much-awaited trip to Colorado looms on the horizon, and in response to something I sent her in an e mail, she alluded to the short amount of time before the kids and I head-'em-up, move-'em-out, ride-'em'-n, etc. etc. I responded that I was so excited I could spit. And then I had to bring up the loogey.
Well, not really bring it up.. just mention it... a loogey from long, long ago. I can't even recall the context, other than that it must have been her senior year in high school, as she was driving me to school in her gorgeous 67 Camaro, The Edge. (We name cars in our family; my 69 Mustang was "Piranha.") So anywho, I was then - as I am now- prone to allergies. In the middle of a conversation, I suddenly reared back and let loose with a rather loud sneeze, after which I felt remarkably clear. Somehow, and I have no idea how, I failed to see (literally) what my sister got so freaked out about. Turns out I had indeed spewed a giant snot clot right onto her windshield. The incident itself really wasn't that big a deal, at least not to me (though I hear that Windex shares went up three points that day), but it has lived on in family lore for oh these many years. And so when I mentioned loogeys, my sister and I began an e mail volley that kept me in snorts and giggles for the remainder of my workday - and afforded my coworkers the opportunity to go "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, gross!!!"
Now. Aren't you glad I shared? (And Chelle, feel free to add in details...)
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