So, I just agreed to make November my busiest month on the planet…
I’ve invented a challenge for myself to force me to use Periscope. I immediately had regrets…you may or may not have any idea how much terror that being in front of the camera causes me, but I’m determined to push myself out of my comfort zone.
I also joined the #NaBloPoMo15 blog writing challenge, which is going to force me to write something here every day. Every time I send something out, I get an unsubscribe. I take it personally, but maybe one day someone will think I’m funny or informative and stick around? That would be cool lol
Anyway, today’s writing prompt asks this question:
What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little?
I thought about it and honestly couldn’t remember one toy that I wanted that I didn’t have. I had the EasyBake oven that cooked your food with a lightbulb, so it was always super hot on the top and gooey and undercooked in the middle. Come to think of it, that might be when I developed a taste for raw cake batter and brownie mix. To this day, I’m all like “screw salmonellosis…YOLO!”
I had the awesome Kid Sister doll and both of my brothers had their My Buddy guys. One of them had the eyes that closed when you laid him down. We used to “wrestle” them against each other, and by wrestle, I meant we’d throw them at each other because the sound of their plastic heads hitting each other was pretty funny to us. Until one day, a head popped off. My brother’s buddy Mark was never the same.
PS. Don’t let your kids watch WWE and develop a love for Junkyard Dog and Macho Man Randy Savage because this is what happens when you leave them home alone…
We had the Radio Flyer wagon that we took on unauthorized flights down the driveway right into the street, those kiddie motorcycles that went 1.5 miles an hour, Ewok dolls, all of the Star Wars toys and I even had a record player that I used to play Guns ‘n Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle EVERY MORNING as my “get ready for the day” anthem.
I had a dozen Barbies, a dream house and the Corvette with the wire-controlled steering wheel…and one Ken. When I was in 5th grade, Barbie had 3 sisters, was married to Ken and they had 3 daughters, and he was having an affair with one of her sisters. The other Barbies were dating my brother’s GI Joes, because they really loved a man in uniform.
PPS. Don’t let your young daughters watch soap operas because this is what happens…
So the one toy my friend that I wished I had when I was little? It wasn’t a toy. I coveted my friend’s cat. I don’t even know what kind of cat it was, but it was grey and soft and she loved me.
The only pets my mom let us have growing up were fish. She hated animals. Well, just thought they were gross. I used to pet my giant goldfish on the head; he was weird, but then again, his name was Big Baby and/or Terminator.
My husband hates cats. Apparently one tried to suffocate him when he was sleeping on the couch as a child. Seemingly, he doesn’t know the cat rule “if it fits, I sits…” and that cat’s sits just happened to be on his face, covering his mouth and nose…in his sleep.
Because I bake, I can’t have them in the house. Cat hair in cookies just ain’t gonna work for the kid! But I’ve already told my husband that one day, I will have a cat. We’ve already discussed how we’re going to move on after the other passes away. I told him that I’m not going to remarry, but I will get a cat! I feel like my name is so formal…that in my old age, my name predicates that I’ll be sitting at home, in a rocking chair, wearing pearls and surrounded by cats.
One day, I’ll be the crazy cat lady. It is my destiny.