Thursday, May 31, 2012

Never Too Old

It doesn’t matter if you are 1 or 100, wrapping paper tubes make great light sabers or swords or anything else you can think up.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Limbo

Lately, I have been avoiding blogging about my infertility journey. It has been easier to write about other things…the garden, rock climbing, work, etc. Really, I don’t know what to say or even what I’m thinking. I feel lost in a daze. 


There is a moment, a moment when fertility treatments cease, and you find yourself in a holding pattern. Unsure of what will come next, unsure of where you fit in now.

Limbo. Baby-making limbo. There is where I am. 

There has been no medications, no shots, no blood work or ultrasounds and to be honest...this reality has been a little strange to adjust to after having cycled pretty much non stop since last summer. Don't get me wrong...this has been nice...just strange.

So for now, I fill my time with work, climbing, reading, cooking. And…for the first time in over a year…I am trying to get back into the groove. We’ll see if I can continue to make this happen. But overall, it feels great.

Thanks for all of your support and for reading my blog and hanging in there with me. It means a great deal...it really does.



Limbo by XOJY via Etsy





Monday, May 28, 2012

In Which I Ask My Second Question

If you recall...a couple of months ago I asked you my First Question. I have to admit...I kinda feel like a freak. It seems that I am alone in the "crayon eatin" department. It would seem though that "play-doh" is a much bigger department. I bet they even have a bigger office, more staff and treats in the lunch room!


Anywho...I heard a radio ad for a tattoo removal product, and it got me thinking. Also, a friend has been telling me all about hers lately, as well, so it is front-of-mind.  

Question -  Do you have a tattoo?


Answer - I do have a tattoo. Obviously, tattoos are pretty clearly going to last forever so I would like to think that I put a great deal of thought into mine and waited until the ripe ol age of 30 before getting inked. I have a friend that has her grandmother’s initials on her right hip. Very, very small (covered by a bikini - by the way - bikini's terrify me but that's a post for another day) and really unlikely to ever be something that causes her to say “Gee, I wish I hadn't gotten that done.” But obviously, not all tattoos are that well thought out. So, I want to know...do you have a tattoo and if so...what's the story/meaning behind it? 



Sunday, May 27, 2012

One Used Canadian. Slightly Damaged.

Sometimes the Google auto-complete of their most common searches makes me laugh:


via Google

Friday, May 25, 2012

Reject

We have a fly in our office. I saw it buzzing around the window a couple of days ago, but couldn’t/wouldn't get up to swat it.

As it turns out, apparently we have a Darwinian Reject fly in our office. I’m not sure what separated it from its mother at an early age, but it’s little fly instincts don’t seem to be working as it has decided that I'm it’s new best friend. It must have caught wind of my Karma Project from the fly outside. It likes to land on my clothing. And if I move around, it just stays there, happily cleaning its feet. If I move around abruptly, it will circle around a little and try landing on me again. Sometimes for variety, it hops from one spot beside me to another, inches away at the most. Desk, chair, wall, back to desk. The thing has no fear.

I couldn’t help imagining it going “Hi! I’m your new pet! My name is Fred!”. …Which was my first mistake.

Because now I have a housefly who trusts me completely and has a name.

And how the heck am I supposed to kill that?

Domesticating A Fly by Plow Pictures via Etsy



Thursday, May 24, 2012

A Little Shade of Blue

The last couple of days have been kind of tough. Why? I don't really have a good reason. 


We went to Bon Echo. I climbed. I  went kayaking. The weather was amazing.  I ate good food and drank good wine. Spent time with friends and read a good book. We are going back to Bon Echo in a couple of days. There will be much of the same. All good...right?


Yet I find myself feeling just a little sad and a little lonely. A little blue. This limbo time – the time between our failed FET and waiting for our next IVF cycle to start – is not easy.  


I am going to try my best to remember this...

Every day, think as you wake up,
Today I am fortunate to have woken up;
I am alive, I have precious human life,
I am not going to waste it,
I am going to use all of my energies to develop myself,
to expand my heart out to others,
To achieve Enlightenment for the benefit of all human beings,
I am going to have kind thoughts towards others;
I am not going to get angry,
Or think badly about others
As much as I can.



- His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama


Sad - Mini Art Feeling by Art Mind via Etsy

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Bon Echo

My favorite of favoriest places!






Where is your favorite place?



Wordless Wednesday

Is the cow half full or half empty?


Are you a pessimist or an optimist?

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

You Learn Something New Every Day

I was having a conversation with a friend today and in the process, learned something new. I learned that some women get pretty for their doctors. Not only a good wash and maybe some last minute leg-shaving but pedicures and bikini waxes to boot. And I'm not taking about RE's specifically.

But for the life of me, I can't figure out why. 


Do we think our doctors are looking?

I can see how you might feel the urge to spruce up the place if you thought the person rooting around down there was actually interested. The kind of sprucing you do right before a hot date. But I just can't imagine my doctor is. In his long career he's faced down many a lady part. So many that he doesn't even need to cast a downward glance while introducing the ultrasound probe. In fact, I'm pretty sure he could do it blindfolded, backwards, with one arm tied behind his back. Hell of a party trick if you ask me. "Hey, wanna see what I can do?"

Or maybe we're talking curb appeal. If I put out a nicer welcome mat and a couple of pots of pretty flowers, are my embryos more likely to decide that my uterus is a nice place to hang out in for a while?

Or maybe it's part of some obscure pagan ritual that I am unaware of. Weren't human sacrifices washed, shaved, and oiled so that the gods might find them tasty? Maybe it's like that.

Look, if I thought my doctor actually noticed, I might be more invested in presenting a pleasing picture - I doubt it, but I suppose it's possible - But he couldn't pick my whoo-ha out of a police lineup even if he had someone whispering in his ear "It's her, the one in the middle". He doesn't even remember my name all of the time "Jane, Jennifer, Jamie.....Janet" So I pretty certain that he doesn't have any love for my lovely whoo-ha?

I also learned this...


What have you learned today?


Monday, May 21, 2012

This is the tender time of summer.


Leaves are still in their infancy, dotting tree branches like confetti and letting the blue sky slip between, painting the leaves with flashes of silver where the sun hasn't already claimed them for gold. The grass is a newly minted green, each blade bright with expectation. Everywhere is the color of flowering trees and shrubs. The perfume of lilac is heavy on the air; their purple clusters just now bursting open. My street smells of lilac. Love it. 


This is also the tender time of the Garden.


Around this time last year I woke to the sounds dirt...a lot of dirt...being dropped off in my driveway. I am happy to report that no more dirt was required for this years garden. I didn't want to spend my weekend walking door to door up and down my street, willing my neighbour's to "come one, come all. Fill a wheelbarrow with dirt". I'm sure they still think we are more than a little odd after last years exploits!

Today we plated the tomatoes and corn as well as squash and pumpkins...yum! There are also a few new additions...Argula, soybeans, parsnips and broccoli.  








Garden has grown a little bigger
from last year!









Do you garden?



Friday, May 18, 2012

So Not Cool

Oh Adam....

It's no secret that I have an irrational fear of clowns and anything clown related. Even FizBo from Modern Family freaks me out. 

Adam sent me a chat message with a link. I open said link and see and hear this...

Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you

Every single day
And every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you


Adam thought this would earn extra tent cuddles tonight. Adam was wrong.

What about you...what are you afraid of?


This Ain't No &!#? Climbing Gym

Bon Echo - "Difficult route finding, loose rock, not much fixed pro, bugs (black flies, mosquitoes and wasps), poison ivy, occasional bad weather, lichen covered rock (slippery when dry, worse when wet), noisy motorboats, and it's a long way to the nearest hospital (after you get yourself to the bottom of the cliff). We're not joking about any of this."


This is where we'll be spending our long weekend.


The Cliff
The 1st Pitch of "Red Groove"
The 1st Belay of "Romp of the Geriatrics"
Relaxing at the hut after a full day of climbing


What are your weekend plans?



Thursday, May 17, 2012

Talking Myself Through It

Researchers know that depressive people tend to see the world through a negative lens. For instance, on an unusually hot day in the summer, a well-adjusted person might think, “This is a perfect pool day!” A depressive person like me will think, “Definitely global warming. The world is going to end soon.” 


Over the years, I learned to counter my unrealistic negativity when it crops up by constantly feeding myself more positive, realistic thoughts. At first, I didn’t think it would work, but then I told myself that it was just my Negative Voice talking.  Anyway, I've been trying this positive affirmation business and trust me, I've needed to use it A LOT in the last year...and it works amazingly well. Here are some of the things that I tell myself...

When Life Feels Too Hard

  • “Everything always works out eventually. This will, too. And if it doesn’t work out, that means I’m dead, so it won’t matter anyway.”
  • “Anything is possible, even this.
  • “Just put one foot in front of the other.”
When I’m Too Scared to Take a Risk
  • “It’s better to try and fail than to not try at all.”
  • “I need to do this. Otherwise I’ll always wonder, ‘What if I’d had the courage?’”
When I’m Lusting After Something I Can’t Afford
  • “If I had that, I’d probably be really unhappy.”
  • "When I get it home I won't love it nearly as much."
When I’m Wallowing in Self Pity
  • “Build a bridge and get over it.”
  • “There are much worse things than this.”
  • “This, too, shall pass.”
When I Feel Overwhelmed
  • “I’ll get it all done. I just might not get it all done today.”
  • “Am I really going to care about this when I am on my deathbed?”


What kinds of things do you tell yourself when life gets a little tough?

Change Your Thoughts by Fresh Words Market via Etsy



Tuesday, May 15, 2012

It's Complicated

I have a complicated love/hate relationship with lingerie. 

At my age, finding the right lingerie can be a frustrating experience, especially because I don’t often have the luxury of shopping in one of those expensive boutique shops where the nice sales lady waits on you hand and foot and periodically tells you how beautiful you are. My only lingerie shopping locations are La Senza or la Vie en Rose. I have nothing against their line up of items, but their sales help is usually half my age, half my weight, and double my bra size. These girls wouldn’t know a stretch mark or bulge of cellulite if it were broadcast to them as a text message with a link to a YouTube video depicting these very things. I once told one of these youngsters, for instance, “I want some sexy panties that are also comfortable. In other words, no thongs.” I rendered her speechless. Sexy and comfortable were not words she knew how to string together in the same sentence. 

I've been on the hunt for some new comfortable, sexy panties and lingerie for a while now so the other day, I trekked to the mall and waltzed my way into La Senza like I knew what I was doing. I put nearly every pair of panties in my size that they sold at the store (minus the thongs) in my shopping bag and I went to the fitting area and tried them all on. After doing about 100 deep knee bends, leg lifts, and hamstring stretches, I eventually found a beyond sexy pair that stayed put when I walked.

Now, if you are following along and thinking to yourself, “Hot damn, I need to go out and buy myself some lingerie,” I have a few words of advice...
  • Go shopping on one of those long rainy days when you have absolutely nothing on your schedule. Be prepared to spend a lot of time in there because 99 percent of what you will take into the dressing room will be too small, too big or too wrong. Wrong color, wrong cut, wrong material...just wrong.
  • Blame the bad fit on the clothing designers, and not on your body. Most of the stuff at the store is designed for 18 year olds with round inhuman boobs. What woman’s boobs are as round at the top as they are at the bottom? That’s what I really want to know. Again, I have just two words for the type of woman these bra designers have in mind: Silicone Girl. It seems as if every lingerie bra is made for her. You could spend days in there and never find the right bra...this isn't your body’s fault. Your body is perfect and beautiful. It’s the fault of the idiotic clothing designer who doesn't know a real woman’s boobs from a Barbie doll’s.
  • How do you know if an outfit is just right? Use your sexual instincts and body feedback as your guide. Walk around the dressing room. Bend forward. Do a squat or two. No wedgie? No chafing? No bunched up material? The outfit is still in one piece. The buttons or closures didn't pop off and the material didn’t rip? Then you've passed the first test. The second test involves the mirror. Look at yourself. Do you see Miranda Kerr looking back? (Use your imagination here). If so, buy it. If not, ditch it.
  • Get in shape before you shop. If you are trying on corsets and teddies, be prepared to stretch, contort, and hook and unhook and hook some more. The hooking and unhooking will require the steady hand of a brain surgeon coupled with the patience of Gandhi. Bring a sandwich. Count it as the day’s workout. But do stay there until you find at least one complete outfit. You’ll be glad you did.



What about you...do you enjoy shopping for lingerie?


Monday, May 14, 2012

What Goes Around Comes Around

Karma...what is it? Well, the all knowing Wikipedia defines it as... 


Karma (Sanskrit: कर्म IPA: [ˈkərmə] Pali: kamma) in Indian religions is the concept of "action" or "deed", understood as that which causes the entire cycle of cause and effect (i.e., the cycle called saṃsāra) originating in ancient India and treated in the Hindu, Jain, Buddhist and Sikh religions.[2].


Simply, karma refers to the process of cause and effect. Action causes reaction. Whatever you do, something will happen.

I've decided to launch a personal Karma Project to encourage myself to practice more good deeds and fewer bad ones, all the while keeping track of how it affected my mood and life in general. Here's a recap of week one of the Karma Project.

Trying to be kind to bugs in a world where people take great pleasure in being unkind to bugs? Not easy. Even my co-worker seems to be bent on preventing me from practicing bad acts of karma as far as bugs are concerned. Friday was beautiful and we decided to eat lunch outside. We were eating outside and a fly was moseying around on the table. Co-worker said, “Janet, kill it! Kill it!” Without a second thought, I raised my hand in preparation of smacking the life out of the thing. And it was one of those rare slow-moving flies, too. I could have flattened it in an instant, and the flattening would have felt oh so satisfying. I’m sure of it. But then I remembered my project. I lowered my hand and said, “We’re outside. This is where flies live. He has a right to be here.” She said looked at me funny and continued to eat her lunch. I shooed him away. 

Last night, I noticed some strange gunk on a frame while I was dusting. It's a cool wooden frame with a feel good message on it and I look at it whenever I'm feeling down. “What is that crap?” I wondered. I looked up. In the corner of the ceiling, just above the picture, I saw a humongous spider web.  The blacks specs? Spider poop. I think. And yes, I checked...spiders do in fact poo. I stared at that spider web for a while, mulling over the concept of Karma and wondering just how much the act of sucking a spider’s house into a vacuum cleaner would sully my karmic future. I stood that thinking for a few moments looking up at the spider web and then...I pulled out the vacuum. Sorry little spider. 

Estimated Good Karma Points: 1 (not killing a fly) + 1 (opening a door for a mom carrying a baby) + 1 (smiling at a stranger) + 1 (complimenting someone who really deserved it) + 1 (answering an annoying email with dignity and grace) + 1 

Estimated Bad Karma Points: 5 (removing spider house) + 1 (yelling at car in front of me for driving so slow) + 1 (lying to someone about how I really felt) + 1 
Karma Happens Wall Art by Jay Hell via Etsy

Sunday, May 13, 2012

The Shhhing Tree

I bought this for the tree out front.


 I love it. Adam thinks it creepy.


I bet our neighbor's think we are just a little off kilter.

Shhhhhh

Friday, May 11, 2012

36 Things I've Learned in 36 Years

  1. The only mind I can read is my own, and sometimes my efforts in that quest are faulty at best. 
  2. When people compliment me, they do not want to hear 10,000 reasons why I do not deserve their compliment. They want to see me smile. That is all. 
  3. It’s better to sing off key than not to sing at all.
  4. The hardest, most excruciating and tiring experiences of life often double as the most rewarding, satisfying, and meaningful. 
  5. Usually when people lash out and say something nasty, they are not necessarily trying to make me or someone else feel like crap. Rather, they are trying to feel less crappy about themselves.
  6. Holding grudges hurts me more than it hurts others.
  7. If I address issues when they are just nagging nuisances, I’ll be able to solve them and move on long before too much resentment and anger sets in.
  8. If I use difficult people as a way to grow and practice my skills (assertiveness, compassion, forgiveness, communication skills, patience, etc), life becomes more fun and more bearable. 
  9. There is nothing that I absolutely have to ever get done. 
  10. It doesn’t matter how carefully I craft a sentence. Someone won’t get it.
  11. Looking up "naughty" words in the dictionary was MORE fun when I was 12!
  12. Humans, for the most part, are unpredictable. That’s what makes life interesting. 
  13. The best way to get someone to open up is to stop talking.
  14. Failing because I was too scared to take a risk does more damage to my psyche than failing because I took a risk and it just didn’t work out.
  15. I must believe in myself because no one is going to do that for me.
  16. Nearly every food that seems unusual and scary tastes just like chicken.
  17. It doesn’t matter how seemingly different someone is from me. We still have something in common.
  18. Saying the same thing with more volume isn’t going to make Adam understand it. 
  19. Saying the same thing 100 more times isn’t going to make Adam get it. 
  20. Maintaining friendships (and making new friends) is an active process.
  21. No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
  22. Keeping a vegetable garden is worth a medicine cabinet full of pills.
  23. I can keep going, long after I can't.
  24. Even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
  25. Being able to hug someone after they have puked on you, is love. Period.
  26. It is a hundred times more difficult to burn calories than to refrain from consuming them in the first place.
  27. Every problem you have is your responsibility, regardless of who caused it.
  28. Nobody has it all figured out.
  29. Every passing face on the street represents a story every bit as compelling and complicated as yours.
  30. Putting something off makes it instantly harder and scarier.
  31. Anyone who judges you by the kind of car you drive, the clothes you wear of the home you live in... isn't someone worth impressing.
  32. Everyone you meet is better than you at something.
  33. Whenever you hate something, it hates you back: people, situations and inanimate objects alike.
  34. Listen.
  35. A hand written note every now and then, means more then an expensive night out.
  36. I still have a lot to learn.

Live & Learn by Oy Photography via Etsy


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Inappropriate Laughter Day

Laughter is good. We should all do more of it. That’s why I've decided to declare every Thursday, “Inappropriate Laughter Day.” Why inappropriate? That’s just my way of letting you know that most of the things that make me laugh-and therefore that you will find showcased on Inappropriate Laughter Day-are completely inappropriate.
I tend to like adolescent boy humor. I particularly like jokes about farting, body hair, and genitalia.
Today’s theme is genitalia. Take the word Vagina. It’s inherently funny. I bet you already laughed, just by reading the word. Try saying it out loud publicly. See what happens. Anyone who hears you will start to giggle, “Hee, hee, she said the word Vagina!”
The word Penis, on the other hand, isn’t as laugh producing. I’m not sure why. It’s an ugly word, and perhaps that’s apt. Penises are not anywhere near as pretty as Vaginas. And they tend to do more harm than good. They probably deserve to be called something that doesn’t sound pretty.
Still, I hate saying the word Penis out loud. I usually refer to that entire region as, “Man Junk” or "Naughty Bits".
Penises can be just as funny as Vaginas, though. Here is the funniest thing I’ve found about Penises this week.

What makes you laugh inappropriately?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Five Ways To Feel Happy When Life Sucks

We've all had days when we wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Nothing goes right, and we’re stuck in a funk. It’s like we have a dark cloud following us around with the constant threat of rain. These are the days when life just sucks.

Here are five things that I think about or do to make myself happy when life sucks...

Say the F-word every other word - F-ing dishes in the f-ing sink f-ing yet again. No one ever thinks to f-ing put them in the f-ing dish washer. How f-ing hard is it? Why is the f-ing car in front of me driving so slow? Why is my f-ing computer so slow? Okay, so it doesn’t make you feel positive about the situation, but it does help you to feel oh so much better!


Make faces - There's something called the "Facial Feedback Hypothesis", which says that whatever face you make will affect how you feel. Usually, it works the other way around. If you're grouchy, you scowl; if you're happy, you smile. However, this works both ways. If you want to feel happy and cheerful, force yourself to smile. Hold that expression for 10 seconds. Repeat as needed. It's almost like engaging the "smile muscles" activates the "happy section" of your brain associated with smiling.


Sing and dance -  Hide out in your home, put on a happy song, and dance and sing along like you mean it. If you don't know the words to a song, look up the lyrics and read them as you sing or make up your own lyrics as you go along. For your dancing, do a silly novelty dance like the robot, chicken dance, moon walker the macarena. The key with this step is to let loose. The wackier, the better. Even if you feel awful, just pretend you're an obnoxiously happy person and you'll improve your mood by several notches. If you dare, record yourself doing this with a video camera and watch it so you can laugh at your crazy silliness.

Think about how things could be much worse - Whenever I find myself worrying about household finances, feeling frustrated about work, or dismal about life in general, I think about how much worse my life would be if I was…
  • Having surgery and could feel all of the pain, but could not wake up to tell the good doctor
  • Being eaten alive by piranha or an alligator or both at the same time
  • The last person alive on Earth and could only stay alive by eating earthworms
  • Being forced to watch Barney videos for days at a time "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family"!

Think long termIf the present moment is a miserable one, then this is the one time you want to take yourself to the future. Remind yourself that your pain is temporary. My mother often tells me, “This too shall pass.” And, usually, it does. I also like to remind myself, “What doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger.” No matter what hardships we suffer, we tend to emerge stronger, healthier, and more balanced once they are over. Hardship teaches us how to survive. It teaches us resilience. It teaches us courage. I’m not suggesting you ignore problems that you can work on and solve. I’m only suggesting that there is always an end to the misery.

Make Happy Everyday Print by Sun In My Chest via Etsy


What makes you happy when life sucks?



Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Happy Birthday

Wishing my Poppy a very Happy 89th Birthday!




Love you much Poppy!
xoxo



Just Be

Do you ever sit back and take stock of your life – trying to recall the little moments that brought you this far? 

Sometimes we forget the little things, how it is the simplest decisions and things that lead us down the twisting path of life.

This weekend was the opening of the Bon Echo ACC hut for the rock climbing season at Mazinaw Lake. This weekend was also a Super Moon. The sun had set and evening had settled in over the hut. Somewhere ahead, I could smell the crisp crackling of wood burning on a fire and friends laughing. 



The moment was fresh. Peaceful. Calm.


It reminded to me to be thankful for the things that I have in life and not to focus on the things that I don't have. To take a step back and just be. 


It was perfect. I came home feeling refreshed. 


I heart Bon Echo. 

Early construction on the "King" of Outhouses!


How was your weekend?



Thursday, May 3, 2012

One Of Those Days

I just looked at my schedule and realized May was here, yep it usually follows right after April but somehow I didn't expect it just yet.

Today just feels like one of those days. Nothing feels right...My head feals completely cloudy. There are things I need to do...as in pack for the weekend (going to Bon Echo to open up the hut and mark the start of rock climbing season) and I am just not being able to get any of it done. I wish I had that magic wand...wave it a few times and everything will be done. 

*sigh*
What about you....how's your day been?

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Whiteboard Wednesday

To recap...Whiteboard Wednesday is when I write down something semi-idiotic, funny, interesting or just plain weird that I said, heard or read in the past week. 


I overheard this while in line at the liquor store last night...




Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Nostalgia

On my way home from work last night I stopped at the all evil Walmart to stock up on tights and Sour Skittles cause we all know that one can never have enough tights and Sour Skittles! I picked up what I needed and decided that I wasn't quite ready to head home (this may have been because I was hoping if I arrived home after Adam...he may have already started dinner and therefore I would not have to a) choose what to cook and b) cook it). Anyway...I digress...as usual.

I wandered into the toy section and as I stood there looking at the heaps of toys on the shelves, I realized that for the most part...it's all plastic, throw away crap and it got me to thinking and feeling all nostalgic like.

I miss the toys of my childhood. 

So, without further ado, I present my four favourite vintage toys from the 1970s...



The Little People - First they were made of wood and then durable plastic (which actually isn’t an oxymoron). You can still buy Little People today but, you guessed it, they’re cheap plastic crap; they’re also the size of a mini-football so no kid will choke on them. While I loved the black and white dog, my favourite out of all the Little People was the angry boy. Who didn’t like that freckly kid who looked like someone just pissed in his Corn Flakes? I even chewed off his orangey-red cap in my own fit of anger. We both survived. That was in the bygone era when parents childproofed their kids instead of childproofing their homes. Back then, experience taught us important lessons, like not to lick ashtrays.


Little People Parking Garage - Even though no child uses the middle level, the garage is timeless. I spent hours putting the little gas nozzle into the little cars’ gas tanks. The pièce de résistance, however, was the elevator. It would carry the little cars up before releasing them down the slide. The entire garage was absolute fun, unless you got one of the Little People’s heads jammed between the elevator and the ground floor, but those guys were durable. It’s the Wile-E.-Coyote-Never-Actually-Dies theory of indestructibility.


Little People Village - Two items made the village legendary: the mail truck and the mail, six pieces of Flintstone-era letters, all deliverable through the door slots of different businesses. I loved the mail so much, I graduated to bigger postal dreams: using my parents’ slotted liquor boxes to sort various papers and envelopes into. Who needs an Xbox 360 when you have Fisher Price and empty liquor boxes? Oh, oh...remember using the purple Crown Royal bag to hold all your marbles?


Little People Family Camper - The camper was the 1970 kid’s Russian doll set: first the truck, then the camper, finally the boat as the crowning jewel. It was finely accessorized, with a picnic table and a toilet. I think this one might just have been my favourite!



So, to all those born after 1980, I say: When I was your age, the toys were better!


What about you...What's your favourite childhood toy?

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