The Booger Corner and Other Nasal Memories
Yes, That Is Booger!
As I was growing up, there was a part of our home that was lovingly referred to as “the booger corner.” This was a small patch of carpet by an armchair in our TV room that my older brother Alex would wipe his boogers on. Just in case anyone thinks we were total white trash, I assure you, we were not. Both of my parents are college educated, owned their own businesses, and we had a beautiful home. Why either one of my parents would allow my brother to do this, I’m still not sure. I don’t think they really believed he wiped his boogies there, but I swear that patch of carpet was stiffer than the rest of the living room. Oh, and I saw him do it…many, many times.
Another fond nasal memory I have is the time Alex and I decided to shove pretzels up our nose. Hey, doesn’t EVERY kid do that?! They were the long, stick-like kind and we did this for quite some time. And being the thoughtful children that we were, we then just left them all lying on the coffee table. We left the room to go do something else and when we came back, there was my mom eating the tainted pretzels and enjoying every last bite. Yes, we laughed very hard at her.
Not to be outdone, my older sister has a nasal memory, too. Apparently, when Kelly was three years old, she stuck a lima bean up her nose. And no one knew…until a few days later when a horrible stench was coming from her and no one could figure out what it was. So my mom took Kelly to the doctor, he looked up there with a light and saw what was causing the smell. He then pulled the rotting lima bean out and everything was fine. Just thinking about what that lima bean must have looked like makes my gag reflex kick in.
I have no clue why my family is obsessed with putting things in/pulling things out of their nose, but so far this trait has not extended down to my nieces and nephews, so apparently it must skip a generation. What a shame.
Yep, the lima bean did it for me too… gag reflex is working well this AM.
OMG, boogers and phlegm are my Kryptonite. I have to puke now.
Your poor mom is obviously an expert at denial. Anything with “booger” as an adjective is going to contain/be covered with boogers!! Loved it.
Okay Brooke. If you’re going to share my proudest moments with the world, at least get them right. It was not a lima bean. I stuffed a bunch of kleenex up my nose. The doctor did not pull it out. It came out when I sneezed while Mom was giving me a bath. I have no memory of this, just what Mom has told me. Maybe the lima bean was you…
…and this is the first I have ever heard of “the booger corner”. I am completely horrified. Please point it out to me the next time we are both home so I can avoid it at all costs. The pretzel incident is clearly etched in my mind. I still give Mom shit about it.
You let your Mom eat the pretzels you shoved up your nose? Christ… I know NAZI’s that wouldn’t be heartless enough for that!
You are my new hero! I’m not worthy!
Foxy & Kathcom- Sorry! I should have put a disclaimer at the beginning of the post!
Sassy Girl- Aren’t ALL mother’s in denial
Kelly- Okay, mom told me it was a lima bean, so maybe her memory is going
The booger corner was where we used to have that ugly green plaid chair and those lights on a pole. The carpet has obviously been replaced since then and the furniture is totally re-arranged so no fear of stepping on any boogies.
SiteInsights- We left the room and then she ate them. We told her when we saw her do it (and after laughing so hard I almost pissed my pants).