Patsy Poopy Head

I have a friend. A good friend. One that I have known for over 10 years now, I think. It's Patsy Poopy Head. Ok, that's obviously not her real name, she goes by Tricia to the rest of the world, Patricia to some, but Patsy Poopy Head to me. She will always be Patsy Poopy Head, because let's face it, that is just way too much fun to say.

I met PPH at Pine Lake Camp, I think it was the summer of '95. Or was it '96? I get confused sometimes. No, '95....anyway, I was instantly drawn to her, she has that "something" in her that people are naturally drawn to. At camp it only takes a little bit of time before you feel like you have known everyone for years, and this was no different. When PPH and I get together, things happen. You never know what to expect, you never know what the end result will be. What you do know though, is that you will catch us laughing like 9 year olds at the same things 9 year olds laugh at. Why did we find it so funny when she bit into a candy bar and it make this odd noise? No clue. But we laughed so hard we nearly peed our pants. And dare we talk about our roadtrip to Florida from Wisconsin for spring break my senior year in college? Nope. Some things are better left a mystery. Although I will say that I am still a tiny bit bitter that she put her cigarette out in my half finished Frosty. But not angry enough to NOT take a picture of it. And Waffle Houses. Why so many? How many waffles can one eat on a road trip? We survived that trip on Mountain Dew, Pepsi (I enjoyed it back then...I don't know what happened), cheddar goldfish, and cheddar combos. One phrase.....too much cheddar.

So why all of this talk about PPH, you ask? Simple. I AM GOING TO GO SEE HER IN OHIO IN A MERE 3 DAYS!!! I haven't seen her in 2 years. I can hardly wait! We are so going to party like rockstars as we celebrate her graduation from grad school. She has invested over 7 years of her life to school, and has earned her party like a rockstar status. She is one of my closets friends, that will never change, and I can't wait to be there to cheer her on as she walks across the stage. I might even have to scream "YEA PATSY POOPY HEAD!!!"