Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I know this will put me in a whole other category of evil, but I particularly hate STUFFED ANIMALS. Oh mon dieu how I loathe them; the most irresistable yet useless toys of them all. And do you think I can throw away anything that has a face on it? I have a garbage bag FULL of stuffies down the basement. Jack has a bin in his room full of them too. Ella has a few giant ones in her room. When Jack was born, everybody had to get the new baby an irresistable little stuffed guy. ARGH! Take my advice: buy a pack of those uber useful wet wipe thingies for that new baby instead. Sorry planet Earth, but one can never have enough of them.
What I dream of having is a TOY ROOM. I don't want toys in my living room. Period. I know that some of y'all, who are far more kind-hearted than myself, will say; "oh karen, you'll miss the toys when the kids get older," or, "there won't be toys in your living room forever..." and blah, blah, blah, yackity yackity yak. Well my friends,
I also liked a lot of my brother's toys, like Micronauts, and The Big Jim Kung Fu studio. Amusingly enough, when my brother got too old and tired of Big Jim, he turned the Kung Fu studio into an apartment for my Barbies. He went so far as to put wall paper over the wall, and a square of cheap laminate tile, leftover from the kitchen, on the floor.
The Ball and Sock CrazeDid this happen at your school: in elementary school, there was this passing mania for playing with a ball in a sock. EVERYBODY had it. They all got one of those red white and blue stripey balls, or a tennis ball, dropped it in a sock, and headed off to school with it. Before the bell rang and at recess time, EVERYBODY was outside, against the school wall bouncing their stupid ball and sock from side to side, or bouncing it off the ashphalt, or tossing it around. My mother thought the ball and sock was stupid. However, she got me a ball, and one of my Dad's old socks. I was THRILLED. On the way to school, I was walking with a couple of friends. One of them told me to test out how high it would bounce. So, I gave it all I got, and that ball and sock sailed right up onto the roof of the grocery store we were walking past. Imagine the horror. We went inside to ask one of the apathetic store workers if someone could go on the roof. I think you know how this turns out. I stood there at recess wanting to cry, as seemingly everyone enjoyed their ball and sock.
Toys. I'd better go tidy some up now.
What are some of your fond toy memories?