Thursday, March 8, 2012

Toy Story- BFF 173





     I would have given my husband's left nut if my toys came to life and played with me when I was a kid.  Granted, it would have scared the living be Je$u$ out of me at first, but after I freaked out…I would have gotten used to it and welcomed the interaction.
   

      
   In preparation for this post I tried to rack my brain about any special toy stories of my own that stood out.  As I aged I progressed from baby dolls, to Holly Hobbie rag dolls, to the statuesque Barbie dolls with the killer b00bs, tiny butts,  and minuscule waists.  Back in those days Barbie was stacked. Today they have flattened her out so girls of today don't get a complex.  


        Back then I had this huge chalk board that divided my room.  On one side I had a little toy desk.  I would play school and have a ball teaching my dolls their ABC’s and 123’s as I was an authority.  On the other side of the chalkboard was baby heaven.  I had dolly beds with sleeping babies, a small cupboard filled with play dishes and bottles, and all things to make my baby dolls content from story books to play food.  I could escape into my room for hours and have a grand ole time.  I had so much fun with those toys and was rarely ever bored.  




        As I grew older the toys disappeared to the attic and were replaced by a stereo and television.  Once my daughter was born, I made a trip to my dad’s attic to find toys she could play with at Pa Pa’s house.  My old toys had lost their luster.  Over the years my folks house had seen their share of mice.  My mom used to complain she could hear them riding their motorcycles over the rafters at night.  I always let that one go. The last thing I wanted to meet was a bad a$$ed biker mouse.   Years later when I ventured into the attic to find my old toys I was completely disgusted to discover my stuffed Mickey Mouse that I brought home from the family trip to Disney World had been defiled.  Those sick pervert mice had eaten his pants right off of him!  Not completely, just the area in front near the crotch!!  They didn't touch anything else, just Mickey.  They also made sure to scatter their microscopic crap everywhere. UGH!   I got to go back to Disney World when I was 18, and rest assured…I replaced my stuffed Mickey Mouse with a new improved version.  Mickey Mouse will no longer reside in any attic.  Damn mice!!


          Even though I am 43, I am still surrounded with toys.  My kids have their fair share.     If toys really could come to life, I am sure at this stage seeing my son’s Batman toys  fighting evil or getting jiggy with my daughter's La La Loopsy's would send me just one step closer to a rubber room at the funny farm.  No one would believe me if I did witness any suspicious behavior and I am not stupid enough to share with the class if I did.  Still occasionally I like to settle on the floor and play with the best of them.  La La Loopsy's are cool, and Batman runs a close second.  Even cooler is the Harry Potter LEGO'S the kids have.  Although I feel a little silly "playing" like a little kid at my age, there are occasions I join in.  These days I am more likely to be found playing card and board games and leaving the imaginative games to them.




        With that said, is it any wonder I own the "Toy Story" trilogy?  I love those movies!! I love toys!!  I will never grow up because deep down I am a Toys r Us kid and always will be until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker's wife.





10 comments:

  1. I knew this about you! A kid at heart and a deep love of toys! It's written all over your face. :)
    I find it admirable though I don't share it. To me, toys are just fun for a few minutes and then they are just clutter! LOL

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    1. Jo, I am a kid at heart but I find as I get older I am getting a bit more like you in thinking they are clutter. I love them, but at the end of the day I want them picked up and out of my living room. :D Thank you for stopping by to read and for your comments.

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  2. Great post Kathy!!! I also love toys. All it takes is for me to go into a toy store and POOF, I am instantly transformed back to my childhood. I had some great toys back then....I have always believed a home without toys and books is an empty house. I also believe that you are never too old to enjoy or play with children and their toys. :)

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    1. Mary, I am with you!! How true that a house is more a home and lived in with toys and books. I am so pleased you enjoyed my post. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your comments!!

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  3. Oh, I loved this and I can tell the kids is big inside you. You always get me giggling.

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    1. Laura, I am so pleased you enjoyed my post!! Thank you for stopping in to read it and for your kind comments.

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  4. Great story! I'm really sorry the mice got your toys. We had the same problem with mice on the farm when I was a kid. If you look closely at my rag doll's face, you will see where a (likely) mouse chewed a hole in her face. Also, you can't see, but there's a couple of small holes in her body. Even so, I hope you kept your Micky.

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    1. Darlene, I didn't keep that Mickey, I went to Disney World when I was 18 and got another one. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your great comments. I am so pleased you enjoyed reading my story!

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  5. Damn it Kathy.. You've weasled a confession out of me! - Like that's difficult.. - I still buy myself crayons, the box of 64 WITH the sharpener in the back! And coloring books, those really big, thick coloring books.. Something about coloring just makes me really happy..

    I'm glad you replaced your Mickey.. Nobody wants a crotch rot Mickey.. Or Mike, or John, or Dan.. ; )

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    1. Mimi, LOL I love crayons too! We should get together and color. It would be fun!! No, crotch rot Mickey was not cool!! Thank you for stopping in and for your comments!!

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