My sister, the scat queen
Dec. 17th, 2004 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneorangeFini and I are watching Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer tonight and she had this lovely childhood recollection. When we were little, and all the kids would play together, we would play sleigh driver. The sled driver would sit in a lawn chair and the other kids would be the dogs. The sled driver would snap his/her whip (a peice of clothes line) and yell, "Mush! Mush, you doo doo balls! Mush!"
Holy crap. Doo Doo Balls? ....the hell?... We called each other Doo doo balls?
It is fun. Say it. Doo doo balls.
Then she decided from that we must have evolved to our game of "Push In Doo Doo." This was not a game I ever really wanted to play. The rules are fairly easy. You have a few children walking along together and when one kid spies a pile of doggie doo doo, they scream, "Push in doo doo!" and proceed to shove the closest child into the pile of crap. These are the games that poor children play. In our white trash youth, this seemed like a perfectly normal activity.
The child being shoved was usually me. I would fight with every thing I had to not land in the poo. I remember once, I was over the pile of doggie doo doo(crab walk style..with my hands and feet on the ground and me facing up) and she had one foot on my stomach trying to push me down into it. I cannot recall if she was successful that time. She was laughing awfully hard and had little strength to push me down.
Then there was the time she had her little club (The Kitty Cat Club) , and had all the other children clear a path through the woods near our home. We had nice broom swept dirt paths and little rooms where there were abandoned mattresses and couches. There were some naughty neighborhood boys that came through and messed it all up. The trashed our paths made everything look like, well, woods, again. Fini was one pissed 8 year old! Other children were ordered to dig holes through the paths, while she whittled tree branches into bungee sticks (she got that from Tarzan) . I was sent to gather all the dog doo doo I could find in the neighborhood. She put the sticks, pointy side up, in the holes, put in a doo doo / water mixture and then covered the holes with leaves. She then tricked the boys into chasing us into the woods. We would all hop the holes and the boys would fall in the holes. The point of this was not to just impale them. It was to give them sepsis and gangreen.
Hell hath no fury like a little girl with an alcoholic parent.
Holy crap. Doo Doo Balls? ....the hell?... We called each other Doo doo balls?
It is fun. Say it. Doo doo balls.
Then she decided from that we must have evolved to our game of "Push In Doo Doo." This was not a game I ever really wanted to play. The rules are fairly easy. You have a few children walking along together and when one kid spies a pile of doggie doo doo, they scream, "Push in doo doo!" and proceed to shove the closest child into the pile of crap. These are the games that poor children play. In our white trash youth, this seemed like a perfectly normal activity.
The child being shoved was usually me. I would fight with every thing I had to not land in the poo. I remember once, I was over the pile of doggie doo doo(crab walk style..with my hands and feet on the ground and me facing up) and she had one foot on my stomach trying to push me down into it. I cannot recall if she was successful that time. She was laughing awfully hard and had little strength to push me down.
Then there was the time she had her little club (The Kitty Cat Club) , and had all the other children clear a path through the woods near our home. We had nice broom swept dirt paths and little rooms where there were abandoned mattresses and couches. There were some naughty neighborhood boys that came through and messed it all up. The trashed our paths made everything look like, well, woods, again. Fini was one pissed 8 year old! Other children were ordered to dig holes through the paths, while she whittled tree branches into bungee sticks (she got that from Tarzan) . I was sent to gather all the dog doo doo I could find in the neighborhood. She put the sticks, pointy side up, in the holes, put in a doo doo / water mixture and then covered the holes with leaves. She then tricked the boys into chasing us into the woods. We would all hop the holes and the boys would fall in the holes. The point of this was not to just impale them. It was to give them sepsis and gangreen.
Hell hath no fury like a little girl with an alcoholic parent.
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Date: 2004-12-18 04:25 am (UTC)That was funny though. It's amazing all those games & things you remember from when you were little
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Date: 2004-12-19 12:14 pm (UTC)like warm yak poop rolled in skunk vomit on curdled camel's milk and dolphin pee.
damn I paint a pretty picture.
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